If you could hie to Kolob In the twinkling of an eye, And then continue onward With that same speed to fly, Do you think that you could ever, Through all eternity, Find out the generation Where gawds began to be? Or see the grand beginning, Where space did not extend? Or view the last creation, Where gawds and matter end? Methinks the Spirit whispers, “No man has found ‘pure space,’ Nor seen the outside curtains, Where nothing has a place.” The works of gawd continue, And worlds and lives abound; Improvement and progression, Have one eternal round. There is no end to virtue; There is no end to might; There is no end to wisdom; There is no end to light. There is no end to glory; There is no end to love; Or see the grand beginning, Where space did not extend? Or view the last creation, Where gawds and matter end? Methinks the Spirit whispers, “No man has found ‘pure space,’ Nor seen the outside curtains, Where nothing has a place.” There is no end to glory; There is no end to love; There is no end to being; There is no death above. There is no end to glory; There is no end to love; There is no end to being; There is no death above. Or see the grand beginning, Where space did not extend? Or view the last creation, Where gawds and matter end? Methinks the Spirit whispers, “No man has found ‘pure space,’ Nor seen the outside curtains, Where nothing has a place.” If you could hie to... Ko-lob! If you could hie to... Ko-lob! If you could hie to... Ko-lob! If you could hie to... Ko-lob! Ko-lob!
