Nephi’s vision grows and starts to darken 
Brothers fight, to the evil one they hearken
Posterity like sands of endless sea
From hell, the filthy water, will they plea?

The remnant cast their eyes toward the Light
The Lamb of God who ever wins the fight 
Twelve others He has chosen, minister 
The Holy Ghost descends to visit there

Generations pass, their garments white
Whitened through the blood of the lamb
But mists of darkness blindeth mind and sight 
Dwindling in unbelief, their damned

That gulf of justice divides the unbelieving
From those with faith in Jesus’ redeeming