The sword of Laban, gold and steel, withdrawn
Its master, drunken off stolen spoils, sleeps
Nephi shrinks, is God’s command not wrong?
The Spirit teaches, the Lords decree he keeps

God’s sword of justice hangs over wicked men 
His righteous purposes he must fulfill 
Precious truths on plates of brass for them 
That diligently seek to do His will

Lehi’s children are forever blessed 
When precious truths they tightly hold to breast