Adam is said to be the god of Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ the god of Joseph Smith, and Joseph Smith the god of this generation. They teach their children that Joseph Smith is their god, and their little ones hear more of him than they do of Jesus. Even in their hymns is this great error taught. I will give one of the hymns found in their "Primary Hymn-Book," which is sung by the children in the Mormon Sunday-schools, called by them "Primary Associations." It is as follows: "The seer, the seer, Joseph the seer! I'll sing of the Prophet ever dear; His equal now cannot be found By searching the wide world around. With gods he soared in the realms of day, And men he taught the heavenly way. The earthly Sun, the Heavenly Sun! I love to dwell on his memory dear; The chosen of God and the friend of man-- He brought the Priesthood back again; He gazed on the past; on the present, too, And opened the heavenly world to view. "Of noble seed, of heavenly birth, He came to bless the sons of earth. With keys by the Almighty given He opened the full rich stores of heaven. O'er the world that was wrapt in sable night, Like the sun he spread his golden light. He strove, oh, how he strove to stay The stream of crime in its reckless way; With a mighty mind and a noble aim, He urged the wayward to reclaim; 'Mid the foaming billows of angry strife He stood at the helm of the ship of life. The Saints, the Saints, his only pride! For them he lived, for them he died. Their joys were his--their sorrows, too; He loved the Saints and he loved Nauvoo. Unchanged by death, with a Saviour's love He pleads their cause in the courts above. The seer, the seer, Joseph the seer! Oh, how I love his memory dear The just and wise, the pure and free, A father he was and is to me. Let friends now rage in their dark hour, No matter--he is beyond their power. "He's free! He's free! the Prophet's free! He is where he will ever be Beyond the reach of mobs and strife. He rests unharmed, in endless life; His home's in the sky, he dwells with the gods, Far from the furious rage of mobs. He died, he died for those he loved-- He reigns, he reigns in the realms above! He waits with the just who have gone before To welcome the saints to Zion's shore. Shout, shout, ye Saints! this boon is given-- We'll meet our martyred seer in heaven."