If You Could Hie to Kolob

If you could hie to Kolob
In the twinkling of an eye,
And then continue onward
With that same speed to fly,
Do you think that you could ever,
Through all eternity,
Find out the generation
Where Gods began to be?

Or see the grand beginning,
Where space did not extend?
Or view the last creation,
Where Gods and matter end?
Methinks the Spirit whispers,
"No man has found 'pure space,'
Nor seen the outside curtains,
Where nothing has a place."

The works of God continue,
And worlds and lives abound
Improvement and progression
Have one eternal round
There is no end to matter
There is no end to space
There is no end to spirit
There is no end to race.

There is no end to virtue
There is no end to might
There is no end to wisdom
There is no end to light
There is no end to union
There is no end to youth
There is no end to priesthood
There is no end to truth.

There is no end to glory
There is no end to love
There is no end to being
There is no death above
There is no end to glory
There is no end to love
There is no end to being
There is no death above.