The Salt Lake Temple

Your matchless grace of granite,

Your wondrous strength of stone,

The beauty of each springing arch

Are marvels all your own.

You vie with yonder mountain peaks

In majesty sublime;

The builders who have builded you

Have conquered space and time.

The vaulted blue of heaven

Rests down upon your spires;

Your anchors in the rock below

May feel earth’s throbbing fires.

Oh, symbol of a mighty hope,

Of faith that’s strong and true,

May all that we construct on earth

Spring up to God like you!