Saints and Pioneers by Rob Gardner

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Shall We Meet
How Long, O Lord?
We Must Sing
Our Home Is There
Unanswered Yet
With All the Power of Heart and Tongue
Come, Come Ye Saints
You Have Nothing to Fear
Fill My Soul With Peace
You Have Nothing To Fear (reprise)
Come, Ye Disconsolate
Come, Come Ye Saints (reprise)

Shall We Meet

Text by Horace L. Hastings

MARY ANN ANGELL YOUNG
Shall we meet beyond the river,
Where the surges cease to roll?
Where in all the bright forever,
Sorrow ne'er shall press the soul?

MARY ANN ANGELL YOUNG & LUCY MACK SMITH
Shall we meet, oh shall we meet,
Shall we meet beyond the shore?
Shall we meet beyond that river,
Where the surges cease to roll?

LUCY MACK SMITH
Shall we meet in that blest harbor,
When our stormy voyage is o'er?
Shall we meet and cast the anchor
By the fair, celestial shore?

BOTH
REFRAIN

CHOIR
Shall we meet with Christ our Savior,
When He comes to claim His own?
Shall we know His blessèd favor,
And sit down upon His throne?

REFRAIN

MARY ANN ANGELL YOUNG
Shall we meet beyond that river,
Where the surges cease to roll?

How Long, O Lord?

Text by Rob Gardner, adapted from John A. Widstoe

CHOIR
How long, O Lord, wilt Thou hear our cry,
And leave us to all our woes?
How long, O Lord, thy children to try?
Oh, save us from all our foes!

How long, O Lord, most holy and true,
Wilt thou hear our anguished plea?
How long, O Lord, must trials pursue?
Oh when wilt thou set us free?
How long must we cry, O Lord?

We Must Sing

Text by Rob Gardner

WOMAN
Who knows the burden placed on your heart?
Whence comes the longingwhen shall it part?
No matter the sorrow, He'll not forsake,
God made our hearts and in His absence they ache.

Who knows what trials may come our way?
How shall we meet them? What will He say
When we kneel before Him? Will He approve?
God gave us trials that we might choose.

Who'll tell what blessings flow from above?
How might we measure His boundless love?
I'll sing of His goodness, Glory I'll bring.
God made our voices, but we make them sing.

God gave us voices, so we must sing.

Our Home Is There

Text by Cyrus H. Wheelock, alt. by Rob Gardner

BRIGHAM YOUNG
Come, go with me, to where we'll be
Unmarred by hatred's face.
Come to a land, blest by God's hand
For those of Israel's race.
With joyful hearts you'll understand
The blessings that await you there.
I know it is the promised land,
Our home, our home is there.

CHOIR
Upon those everlasting hills,
And in the valleys fair,
Beside the murmuring mountain rills,
We'll bow in humble prayer,
And praise our God in joyful band,
That we are safely gathered there.
I know it is the promised land,
Our home, our home is there.

There, God will wash away our tears,
And fill our hearts with joy!
He'll guide our souls through endless years
Where hate cannot destroy!
Yes, truth, which lighted Enoch's band,
Is freely given to us there.
I know it is the promised land,
Our home, our home is there!

Unanswered Yet?

Text by Ophelia G. Adams

LUCY MACK SMITH
Unanswered yet? The prayer your lips have pleaded
In agony of heart these many years?
Does faith begin to fail, is hope departing,
And think you all in vain those falling tears?
Say not the Father hath not heard your prayer;
You shall have your desire, sometime, somewhere.

Unanswered yet? Nay, do not say ungranted;
Perhaps your part is not yet wholly done;
The work began when first your prayer was uttered,
And God will finish what He has begun.
If you will keep the spirit burning there,
His glory you shall see, sometime, somewhere.

With All the Power of Heart and Tongue

Text by Isaac Watts

THOMAS BULLOCK
With all the pow'r of heart and tongue,
I'll praise my Maker in my song.
And heav'n shall hear the notes I'll raise,
Approve the song, and join the praise.

I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord;
I'll sing the wonders of thy word.
Not all thy works and names below
So much thy pow'r and glory show.

Amid the thorns and snares I stand,
Upheld and guided by thy hand.
Thy words my fainting soul revive
And keep my dying faith alive.

Come, Come Ye Saints

Text by William Clayton
English folk song, arranged by Rob Gardner

CHOIR
Come, come, ye saints, no toil nor labor fear;
But with joy, wend your way.
Though hard to you this journey may appear,
Grace shall be as your day.
'Tis better far for us to strive
Our useless cares from us to drive;
Do this, and joy your hearts will swell
All is well! All is well!

Why should we mourn or think our lot is hard?
'Tis not so, all is right.
Why should we think to earn a great reward,
If we now shun the fight?
Gird up your loins; fresh courage take;
Our God will never us forsake,
And soon we’ll have this tale to tell,
All is well! All is well!

We’ll find the place which God for us prepared,
Far away in the West,
Where none shall come to hurt or make afraid;
There the saints will be blessed.
We’ll make the air with music ring,
Shout praises to our God and King;
Above the rest these words we’ll tell,
All is well! All is well!

And should we die before our journey’s through,
Happy day! All is well!
We then are free from toil and sorrow, too;
With the just we shall dwell!
But if our lives are spared again
To see the saints their rest obtain,
O how we’ll make this chorus swell,
All is well! All is well!

You Have Nothing To Fear

Text by Rob Gardner

WILLIAM HYDE
You have nothing to fear from the journey,
Though your way may be burdened by thorns.
For the Lord will be with you each step of the way
As you travel with faith through the storm.
And you've nothing to fear from your trials,
Though they may seem too heavy to bear.
Take His hand and He'll lead you gently along
And you'll find peace and safety there.

There is nothing to fear from the nights that are lonely,
There's nothing to fear from the cold!
There is nothing to fear from what might be tomorrow,
For heaven is with you, And angels watch over His fold.

You have nothing to fear from the journey,
Though your body is tired and worn.
For the Lord will send angels to lift up your arms
And He'll carry the burden you've born.
And you've nothing to fear from your suff'ring,
Nor the grief you've been called on to bear,
Take His hand and He'll lead you gently along
And you'll find peace and safety there.

Fill My Soul With Peace

Text by Rob Gardner

CHOIR
Lord, wilt thou fill my soul with peace,
That pain and sorrow there might cease?
Let songs of praise and of glory fill my ear,
And may thy holy spirit linger here.

Lord wilt thou fill my heart with love,
That I may see thy realm above?
Oh let my soul ever there commune with thee,
That I may know what thou wouldst have me be.

Lord, wilt thou purge my soul of doubt?
That with thine angels I may shout
Hosannas to thy holy name,
And with the saints of old my mansion claim!

Lord, wilt thou fill my soul with peace?
That I may soon return to live with thee.

You Have Nothing To Fear (reprise)

Text by Rob Gardner

YOUNG WOMAN
You have nothing to fear from the journey,
Though it seems far too early to go.
Heaven's angels will take you where tears are no more
And they'll lead you to glory untold.
And you've nothing to fear from your sorrow,
Though your life has been burdened by care.
Take His hand and He'll lead you safely back home
And you'll rest from your labors there.

Come, Ye Disconsolate

Text by Thomas Moore, alt. by Thomas Hastings and Rob Gardner

MARY ANN ANGELL
Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish.
Come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,
Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure!
Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying,
"Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure."

There is hope and joy in its pastures,
There is life and light in its stores,
There is peace and love in its meadows,
There is healing on its shores!

There is peace and love in its teachings,
There is comfort in its words.

Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing
Flow from the throne of God, pure from above.
Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing
Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.

Come, Come Ye Saints (reprise)

Text by William Clayton
English folk song, arranged by Rob Gardner