In Memory of Elder W. R. Story
 

                                             Though Satan cast his fiery dart,
                                             The man received no harm.
                                             The shield of faith to guard his heart,
                                             He wore upon his arm.

                                             The helmet rested on his head,
                                             The breastplate on his breast;
                                             He wanted to obey, he said,
                                             His Captain's full request.

                                             The Spirit's sword within his hand,
                                             He, faithful was and true;
                                             He preached to sinners in the land,
                                             He wore the Gospel shoe.

                                             Truth's girdle he laid not aside;
                                             But took the armor all.
                                             He spent his life for Him who died,
                                             He hearkened to His call.

                                             And when the Blessed One shall come,
                                             To wake the sleeping dead,
                                             He'll raise his body from the tomb,
                                             And crown his loyal head.
 
 

                                                         Josephine Roberts