31 Our fathers did eat manna in the desert; as it is written, He gave them bread from heaven to eat. (New Testament, John, John 6)
40 The people asked, and he brought quails, and satisfied them with the bread of heaven. (Old Testament, Psalms, Psalm 105)
41 And moreover, I would desire that ye should consider on the blessed and happy state of those that keep the commandments of God. For behold, they are blessed in all things, both temporal and spiritual; and if they hold out faithful to the end they are received into heaven, that thereby they may dwell with God in a state of never-ending happiness. O remember, remember that these things are true; for the Lord God hath spoken it. (Book of Mormon, Mosiah, Mosiah 2)
45 Let thy bowels also be full of charity towards all men, and to the household of faith, and let virtue garnish thy thoughts unceasingly; then shall thy confidence wax strong in the presence of God; and the doctrine of the priesthood shall distil upon thy soul as the dews from heaven. (Doctrine and Covenants, Doctrine and Covenants, D&C 121)
37 And the Lord God spake unto Moses, saying: The heavens, they are many, and they cannot be numbered unto man; but they are numbered unto me, for they are mine. (Pearl of Great Price, Moses, Moses 1)
1 In the celestial glory there are three heavens or degrees; (Doctrine and Covenants, Doctrine and Covenants, D&C 131)
This hymn brings the sounds of heaven's peace (heaven's manna) to me every time I hear it:
My Shepherd, Will Supply My Need
1 My Shepherd, you supply my need, most holy is your name; in pastures fresh you make me feed, beside the living stream. You bring my wand'ring spirit back, when I forsake your ways; you lead me, for your mercy's sake, in paths of truth and grace.
2 When through the shades of death I walk, your presence is my stay; one word of your supporting breath drives all my fears away. Your hand in sight of all my foes, does still my table spread; my cup with Blessings overflows, your oil anoints my head.
3 Your sure provisions gracious God; attend me all my days; oh, may your house be my abode, and all my work be praise. Here would I find a settled rest,while others go and come; no more a stranger, nor a guest, but like a child at home.
Hear this hymn by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, October 12, 2014 Broadcast; :12
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