Thank you, Nephi, for your words
that tell the story of your past,
the record of your wanderings,
engraved with care on plates of brass.
Thank you, Nephi. As a lad
you did not murmur or complain.
And when you had a task to do,
you listened to the Lord’s command.
Thank you, Nephi. Long ago
you stopped beside the sea’s warm sand.
While others laughed, you built a ship
to take you to the promised land.
Thank you, Nephi, for your faith.
You knew His plan; You taught His word.
Thank you, Nephi. All your days
you walked in truth, you loved the Lord.
© 1987 by Mabel Jones Gabbott and Lynn S. Lund. All rights reserved. This song may be copied for incidental, noncommercial church or home use. This notice must be included on each copy made.