Joseph Smith's Last Dream Seth Adam Smith

Joseph Smith’s Last Dream

Two days before his martyrdom, Joseph Smith told W. W. Phelps about a prophetic dream he had a few nights prior. W. W. Phelps did not publish the account until 1862, but when he did, he titled it: “Joseph Smith’s Last Dream.”
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Two days before his martyrdom, Joseph Smith told W. W. Phelps about a prophetic dream he had a few nights prior. W. W. Phelps did not publish the account until 1862, but when he did, he titled it: “Joseph Smith’s Last Dream.”

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To learn more about the history and symbolism of this dream, please click here: http://youtu.be/jBHL_hsPOII

Music by Rob Gardner: http://www.SpireMusic.org

TRANSCRIPT of Video:
In June of 1844, while Joseph Smith was on his way to Carthage Jail, he told his brother Hyrum and W. W. Phelps about a dream he had had a few nights prior. W. W. Phelps did not publish the account until 1862, but when he did, he titled it: Joseph Smith’s Last Dream. Joseph Smith said: “While I was at Jordan’s in Iowa the other night, I dreamed that myself and my brother Hyrum went on board of a large steamboat. Shortly after we went on board, there was an alarm of fire, and as delay was folly, I and Hyrum jumped overboard and tried our faith at walking upon the water. At first, we sank in the water nearly to our knees, but as we proceeded, we increased in faith and were soon able to walk upon the water. We proceeded on the bosom of the mighty deep and were soon out of sight of land. The ocean was still; the rays of the sun were bright, and we forgot all the troubles of our Mother Earth. Just at that moment, I heard the sound of a human voice, and turning round, saw my brother Samuel. He informed me that he had been lonesome and had made up his mind to go with me across the mighty deep. We all started again, and in a short time were blessed with the first sight of a city. The next scene was more than I can describe: The greeting of old friends, the music from a thousand towers, and the light of God, Himself, at the return of three of His sons, soothed my soul into a quiet and a joy that I felt as if I truly was in Heaven. I gazed upon the splendor. I greeted my friends . . . I awoke.

And lo, it was a dream.



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