Act 3 · Track 31
Touch Them, Lord
Moroni, the last of his people, hidden in a cave, prays for the hands that will hold this record across a thousand years.
pov
Moroni, alone with the plates
genre
Spanish-influenced Orchestral
scripture
Moroni 10
Lyrics
A
I am alone with the plates
The last man of my line
The wind through the door
And the words on the gold
B
My father carried these to me
He said write what is true
He said finish what we wrote
He said keep them through
C
There will be hands I cannot see
There will be hearts I cannot name
There will be people in a year
I cannot count
D
Find them, Lord
Find them where they walk
Find them in the hours
Of their longest dark
E
When they hold this record
When they read these words
When they ask what was real
And what was heard
F
Stretch your hand across a thousand years
And lay it on the page
G — CENTER
Touch them, Lord
Touch them, Lord
Touch them, Lord
F'
Stretch your hand across a thousand years
And lay it on the heart
E'
When they hear this record
When they sing these words
When they ask what was true
And what was heard
D'
Keep them, Lord
Keep them where they walk
Keep them in the hours
Of their longest dark
C'
There will be hands I cannot see
There will be hearts I cannot name
There will be people in a year
I cannot count
B'
My father gave these plates to me
I will not give them to a son
I will give them to the ground
And the ground will keep them whole
A'
I am alone with the plates
The last man of my line
The wind through the door
And the words on the gold
Outro
Touch them, Lord