Hymns

Who’s on the Lord’s side

Who’s on the Lord’s side? Who?
Now is the time to show.
We ask it fearlessly:
Who’s on the Lord’s side? Who?
We wage no common war,
Cope with no common foe.
The enemy’s awake;
Who’s on the Lord’s side? Who?


Who’s on the Lord’s side? Who?
Now is the time to show.
We ask it fearlessly:
Who’s on the Lord’s side? Who?


We serve the living God,
And want his foes to know
That, if but few, we’re great;
Who’s on the Lord’s side? Who?
We’re going on to win;
No fear must blanch the brow.
The Lord of Hosts is ours;
Who’s on the Lord’s side? Who?


The stone cut without hands
To fill the earth must grow.
Who’ll help to roll it on?
Who’s on the Lord’s side? Who?
Our ensign to the world
Is floating proudly now.
No coward bears our flag;
Who’s on the Lord’s side? Who?


The pow’rs of earth and hell
In rage direct the blow
That’s aimed to crush the work;
Who’s on the Lord’s side? Who?
Truth, life, and liberty,
Freedom from death and woe,
Are stakes we’re fighting for;
Who’s on the Lord’s side? Who?

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Hymns of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, no. 260.
Text by Hannah Last Cornaby 1822 – 1905. Music by Henry H. Russell 1818 – 1900.

Beautiful Zion, built above

Beautiful Zion, built above
Beautiful city that I love
Beautiful gates of pearly white
Beautiful temple – God its light
He who was slain on Calvary
Opens those pearly gates for me.


Zion, Zion, lovely Zion
Beautiful Zion
Zion, city of our God!


Beautiful heav’n, where all is light
Beautiful angels clothed in white
Beautiful strains that never tire
Beautiful harps thru all the choir
There shall I join the chorus sweet,
Worshiping at the Savior’s feet.


Beautiful crowns on ev’ry brow
Beautiful palms the conq’rors show
Beautiful robes the ransomed wear
Beautiful all who enter there
Thither I press with eager feet
There shall my rest be long and sweet.


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Hymns of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, no. 144.
Text by George Gill, 1820 – 1880. Music by Joseph G. Fones, 1828 – 1906.

Come unto Jesus

Come unto Jesus, ye heavy laden,
careworn and fainting, by sin oppressed.
He’ll safely guide you unto that haven
where all who trust him may rest.


Come unto Jesus; He’ll ever heed you,
though in the darkness you’ve gone astray.
His love will find you and gently lead you
from darkest night into day.


Come unto Jesus; He’ll surely hear you,
if you in meekness plead for his love.
Oh, know you not that angels are near you
from brightest mansions above?


Come unto Jesus from ev’ry nation,
from ev’ry land and isle of the sea.
Unto the high and lowly in station,
ever he calls: “Come to me.”


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Hymns of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, no. 117.
Text and music by Orson Pratt Huish, 1851 – 1932.

Dear to the heart of the shepherd

Dear to the heart of the Shepherd,
dear are the sheep of his fold.
Dear is the love that he gives them,
dearer than silver or gold.


Dear to the heart of the Shepherd,
dear are his “other” lost sheep.
Over the mountains he follows,
over the waters so deep.


Out in the desert they wander,
hungry and helpless and cold.
Off to the rescue he hastens,
bringing them back to the fold.


Dear to the heart of the Shepherd,
dear are the lambs of his fold.
Some from the pastures are straying,
Hungry and helpless and cold.


See, the Good Shepherd is seeking,
seeking the lambs that are lost,
bringing them in with rejoicing,
saved at such infinite cost.


Dear to the heart of the Shepherd,
dear are the “ninety and nine”.
Dear are the sheep that have wandered
out in the desert to pine.


Hark! he is earnestly calling,
tenderly pleading today:
“Will you not seek for my lost ones,
off from my shelter astray?”


Green are the pastures inviting.
Sweet are the waters and still.
Lord, we will answer thee gladly,
“Yes, blessed Master, we will!


Make us thy true under-shepherds,
give us a love that is deep.
Send us out into the desert,
seeking thy wandering sheep.”


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Hymns of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, no. 221.
Text by Mary B. Wingate, b. 1899. Music: William J. Kirkpatrick, 1838 – 1921.