“The Salt Lake Temple,” Ensign, Feb. 1972, 26
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!