Hymn Texts O

Oh, come, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant!
Oh, come ye, oh, come ye to Bethlehem.
Come and behold him, Born the King of angels;
Oh, come, let us adore him; Oh, come let us adore him;
Oh, come, let us adore him, Christ, the Lord.

Sing, choirs of angels, Sing in exultation;
Sing, all ye citizens of heav'n above!
Glory to God, Glory in the highest;
Oh, come, let us adore him; Oh, come let us adore him;
Oh, come, let us adore him, Christ, the Lord.

Yea, Lord, we greet thee, Born this happy morning;
Jesus, to thee be all glory giv'n.
Son of the Father, Now in flesh appearing;
Oh, come, let us adore him; Oh, come let us adore him;
Oh, come, let us adore him, Christ, the Lord.

O God, Our Help in Ages Past, 31 - Isaac Watts. Included in the first LDS Hymnbook, 1835.

Oh God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home.

Within the shadow of thy throne, Still may we dwell secure.
Sufficient is thine arm alone, And our defense is sure.

Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same.

O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come,
Be thou our guide while life shall last, And our eternal home.

O God, the Eternal Father, 175 - William W. Phelps. Included in the first LDS hymnbook, 1835.

O God, th' Eternal Father, who dwells amid the sky,
In Jesus' name we ask thee To bless and sanctify,
If we are pure before thee, This bread and cup of wine,
That we may all remember That offering divine--

That sacred, holy off'ring, By man least understood,
To have our sins remitted And take his flesh and blood,
That we may ever witness The suff'ring of thy Son,
And always have his Spirit To make our hearts as one.

When Jesus, the Anointed, Descended from above
And gave himself a ransom To win our souls with love--
With no apparent beauty, That man should him desire--
He was the promised Savior, To purify with fire.

How infinite that wisdom, The plan of holiness,
That made salvation perfect And veiled the Lord in flesh,
To walk upon his footstool And be like man, almost,
In his exalted station, And die, or all was lost.

Oh, Holy Words of Truth and Love, 271 - Joseph L. Townsend

Oh, holy words of truth and love We hear from day to day,
Revealed to Saints from God above, To guide in heaven's way.
Beautiful words of love Coming from God above,
How sweet, how dear the words we hear! They're beautiful words of love.

They're from Apostles good and true, Whose names we all revere,
Who daily teach us what to do, In words of love and cheer.
Beautiful words of love Coming from God above,
How sweet, how dear the words we hear! They're beautiful words of love.

They're from the prophets God inspires, In counsels oft withstood,
Reproving all our ill desires, Commending all that's good.
Beautiful words of love Coming from God above,
How sweet, how dear the words we hear! They're beautiful words of love.

O Home Beloved (Men), 337 - Evan Stephens

O home belov'd, where'er I wander, On foreign land or distant sea,
As time rolls by, my heart grows fonder And yearns more lovingly for thee!
Tho fair be nature's scenes around me, And friends are ever kind and true,
Tho joyous mirth and song surround me, My heart my soul still year for you.

The flow'rs around me may be fairer Than those that bloom upon thy hills;
The streams, great, mighty treasure bearers, More noted may be than thy rills.
No world renown my humble village Like these great towns may proudly claim;
Yet my fond heart doth thrill with rapture Whene'er I hear thy humble name.

Ye valleys fair and snow-capped mountains, Ye peaceful hamlets 'mid the trees,
Ye murm'ring streams and crystal fountains, Kissed by the cool, soft, balmy breeze,
Words cannot tell how well I love thee Nor speak my longing when I roam.
My heart alone can cry to heaven, "God bless my own dear mountain home."

O Little Town of Bethlehem, 208 - Phillips Brooks

O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie.
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting Light.
The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee tonight.

For Christ is born of Mary, And, gathered all above
While mortals sleep, the angels keep Their watch of wond'ring love.
O morning stars, together Proclaim the holy birth,
And praises sing to God the King, And peace to men on earth.

How silently, how silently The wondrous gift is giv'n!
So God imparts to human hearts The blessings of his heav'n.
No ear may hear his coming; But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive him, still The dear Christ enters in.

O Lord of Hosts, 178 - Andrew Dalrymple

O Lord of Hosts, we now invoke Thy Spirit most divine
To cleanse our hearts while we partake The broken bread and wine.

May we forever think of thee And of thy suff'rings sore,
Endured for us on Calvary, And praise thee evermore.

Prepare our minds that we may see The beauties of thy grace,
Salvation purchased on that tree For all who seek thy face.

As brethren, let us ever live In fellowship and peace!
Forgive, that God may us forgive, That love may still increase.

May union, peace, and love abound, And perfect harmony,
And joy in one continual round Through all eternity.

O Love That Glorifies the Son, 295 - Lorin F. Wheelwright

O love that glorifies the Son, O love that says, "Thy will be done!"
Pure love whose spirit makes us one--Come, fill my soul today; Come, fill my soul today.

O love that binds our family, O love that brings my heart to thee,
Pure love that lasts eternally--Come, fill my soul today; Come, fill my soul today.

O love that overcomes defeat, O love that turns the bitter sweet,
Pure love that makes our lives complete--Come, fill my soul today; Come, fill my soul today.

O Lord, give me the will to mend; O Lord, change me from foe to friend;
Dear Lord, sustain me to the end--Come, fill my soul today; Come fill my soul today.

Oh, May My Soul Commune with Thee, 123 - Lorin F. Wheelwright

Oh, may my soul commune with thee And find thy holy peace;
From worldly care and pain of fear, Please bring me sweet release.

Oh, bless me when I worship thee To keep my heart in tune,
That I may hear thy still, small voice, And, Lord, with thee commune.

Enfold me in thy quiet hour And gently guide my mind
To seek thy will, to know thy ways, And thy sweet spirit find.

Lord, grant me thy abiding love And make my turmoil cease.
Oh, may my soul commune with thee And find thy holy peace.

O My Father, 292 - Eliza R. Snow

O my Father, thou that dwellest In the high and glorious place,
When shall I regain thy presence And again behold thy face?
In thy holy habitation, Did my spirit once reside?
In my first primeval childhood, Was I nurtured near thy side?

For a wise and glorious purpose Thou hast placed me here on earth
And withheld the recollection Of my former friends and birth;
Yet ofttimes a secret something Whispered, "You're a stranger here,"
And I felt that I had wandered From a more exalted sphere.

I had learned to call thee Father, Thru thy Spirit from on high,
But, until the key of knowledge Was restored, I knew not why.
In the heav'ns are parents single? No, the thought makes reason stare!
Truth is reason, truth eternal Tells me I've a mother there.

When I leave this frail existence, When I lay this mortal by,
Father, Mother, may I meet you In your royal courts on high?
Then, at length, when I've completed All you sent me forth to do,
With your mutual approbation Let me come and dwell with you.

O Saints of Zion, 39 - Ed M. Rowe

O Saints of Zion, hear the voice Of Him from courts on high.
Prepare the pathway of the Lord; His reign on earth is nigh.
Prepare the supper of the Lamb; Invite the world to dine.
Behold, the mighty Bridegroom comes In majesty divine.

Entreat the Lord in humble prayer That all the sons of men
His righteous kingdom will receive And shout the glad "amen."
The sacred keys are now restored; Declare the gospel plan.
Make known the wondrous words of truth Revealed again to man.

Behold, the glory of the Lord Sets Zion's mount aglow,
For Zion is an ensign pure; All nations to her flow.
O Saints of Zion, tread the paths Your faithful fathers trod.
Lift up your hearts in gratitude And serve the living God!

O Savior, Thou Who Wearest a Crown, 197 - Karen Lynn Davidson

O Savior, thou who wearest A crown of piercing thorn,
The pain thou meekly bearest, Weigh'd down by grief and scorn.
The soldiers mock and flail thee; For drink they give thee gall;
Upon the cross they nail thee To die, O King of all.

No creature is so lowly, No sinner so depraved,
But feels thy presence holy, And thru thy love is saved.
Tho craven friends betray thee, They feel thy love's embrace;
The very foes who slay thee Have access to thy grace.

Thy sacrifice transcended The mortal law's demand;
Thy mercy is extended To ev'ry time and land.
No more can Satan harm us, Tho long the fight may be,
Nor fear of death alarm us; We live, O Lord, thru thee.

What praises can we offer To thank thee, Lord most high?
In our place thou didst suffer; In our place thou didst die,
By heaven's plan appointed, To ransom us, our King.
O Jesus, the anointed, To thee our love we bring!

Oh Say, What Is Truth? 272 - John Jaques

Oh say, what is truth? 'Tis the fairest gem That the riches of worlds can produce,
And priceless the value of truth will be when The proud monarch's costliest diadem
Is counted but dross and refuse.

Yes, say, what is truth? 'Tis the brightest prize To which mortals or Gods can aspire.
Go search in the depths where it glittering lies, Or ascend in pursuit to the loftiest skies:
'Tis an aim for the noblest desire.

The sceptre may fall from the despot's grasp When with winds of stern justice he copes.
But the pillar of truth will endure to the last, And its firm-rooted bulwarks outstand the rude blast
And the wreck of the fell tyrant's hopes.

Then say, what is truth? 'Tis the last and the first, For the limits of time it steps o'er.
Tho the heavens depart and the earth's fountains burst, Truth, the sum of existence, will weather the worst,
Eternal, unchanged, evermore.

O Thou, Before the World Began, 189 - William H. Turton

O thou, before the world began, Ordained a sacrifice for man,
And by th'eternal Spirit made An off'ring in the sinner's stead;
Our everlasting Priest art thou, Pleading thy death for sinners now.

Thy off'ring still continues new Before the righteous Father's view.
Thyself the Lamb forever slain; Thy priesthood doth unchanged remain.
Thy years, O God, can never fail, Nor thy blest work within the veil.

Oh, that our faith may never move, But stand unshaken as thy love,
Sure evidence of things unseen; Now let it pass the years between
And view thee bleeding on the tree: My Lord, my God, who dies for me.

O Thou Kind and Gracious Father, 150 - Charles Denney, Jr.

O thou kind and gracious Father, Reigning in the heav'ns above,
Look on us, thy humble children; Fill us with thy holy love. Fill us with thy holy love.

We have met this Sabbath morning, Words of life and truth to hear.
Teach us how to ever serve thee And thy holy name revere, And thy holy name revere.

Help us to resist temptation; Help us to refrain from ill.
Help us all to gain salvation; Help us all to do thy will. Help us all to do thy will.

O Thou Rock of Our Salvation, 258 - Joseph L. Townsend

O thou Rock of our salvation, Jesus, Savior of the world,
In our poor and lowly station We thy banner have unfurled.
Gather round the standard bearer; Gather round in strength of youth.
Ev'ry day the prospect's fairer While we're battling for the truth.

We a war 'gainst sin are waging; We're contending for the right.
Ev'ry day the battle's raging; Help us, Lord, to win the fight.
Gather round the standard bearer; Gather round in strength of youth.
Ev'ry day the prospect's fairer While we're battling for the truth.

Onward, onward, we'll be singing As we're marching firm and true,
Each succeeding battle ringing, Earnest of what we can do.
Gather round the standard bearer; Gather round in strength of youth.
Ev'ry day the prospect's fairer While we're battling for the truth.

When for all that we've contended, When the fight of faith we've won,
When the strife and battle's ended, And our labor here is done,
Then, O Rock of our salvation, Jesus, Savior of the world,
Take us from our lowly station; Let our flag with thee be furled.

Oh, What Songs of the Heart, 286 - Joseph L. Townsend

Oh, what songs of the heart We shall sing all the day, When again we assemble at home,
When we meet ne'er to part With the blest o'er the way, There no more from our loved ones to roam!
When we meet ne'er to part, Oh, what songs of the heart We shall sing in our beautiful home.

Tho our rapture and bliss There's no song can express, We will shout, we will sing o'er and o'er,
As we greet with a kiss, And with joy we caress All our loved ones that passed on before;
As we greet with a kiss, In our rapture and bliss, All our loved ones that passed on before.

Oh, the visions we'll see In that home of the blest, There's no word, there's no thought can impart,
But our rapture will be All the soul can attest, In the heavenly songs of the heart;
But our rapture will be In the vision we'll see Best expressed in the songs of the heart.

Oh, what songs we'll employ! Oh, what welcome we'll hear! While our transports of love are complete,
As the heart swells with joy In embraces most dear When our heavenly parents we meet!
As the heart swells with joy, Oh, what songs we'll employ, When our heavenly parents we meet!

O Ye Mountains High, 34 - Charles W. Penrose

O ye mountains high, where the clear blue sky Arches over the vales of the free,
Where the pure breezes blow and the clear streamlets flow, How I've longed to your bosom to flee!
O Zion! dear Zion! land of the free,
Now my own mountain home, unto thee I have come; All my fond hopes are centered in thee.

Tho the great and the wise all thy beauties despise, To the humble and pure thou art dear;
Tho the haughty may smile and the wicked revile, Yet we love thy glad tidings to hear.
O Zion! dear Zion! home of the free,
Tho thou wert forced to fly to thy chambers on high, Yet we'll share joy and sorrow with thee.

In thy mountain retreat, God will strengthen thy feet; Without fear of thy foes thou shalt tread;
And their silver and gold, as the prophets have told, Shall be brought to adorn thy fair head.
O Zion! dear Zion! home of the free,
Soon thy towers shall shine with a splendor divine, And eternal thy glory shall be.

Here our voices we'll raise, and we'll sing to thy praise, Sacred home of the prophets of God.
Thy deliv'rance is nigh; thy oppressors shall die; And thy land shall be freedom's abode.
O Zion! dear Zion! land of the free,
In thy temples we'll bend; all thy rights we'll defend; And our home shall be ever with thee.

On This Day of Joy and Gladness, 64 - Leroy J. Robertson

On this day of joy and gladness, Lord, we praise thy holy name;
In this sacred place of worship, We thy glories loud proclaim!
Alleluia, Alleluia, Bright and clear our voices ring,
Singing songs of exultation To our Maker, Lord, and King!

Open wide the fount of Zion; Let her richest blessings flow
To the Saints who nobly serve thee In the gospel here below.
Alleluia, Alleluia, Bright and clear our voices ring,
Singing songs of exultation To our Maker, Lord, and King!

May we labor in the kingdom--By the prophets long foretold--
Where the children of the promise Shall be gathered in the fold.
Alleluia, Alleluia, Bright and clear our voices ring,
Singing songs of exultation To our Maker, Lord, and King!

Once In Royal David's City, 205 - Cecil Frances Alexander

Once in royal David's city Stood a lowly cattle shed,
Where a mother laid her baby In a manger for his bed:
Mary was that mother mild, Jesus Christ her little child.

He came down to earth from heaven, Who is God and Lord of all,
And his shelter was a stable, And his cradle was a stall;
With the poor, and mean, and lowly, Lived on earth our Savior holy.

And our eyes at last shall see him, Through his own redeeming love;
For that child so dear and gentle Is our Lord in heav'n above,
And he leads his children on To the place where he is gone.

Onward, Christian Soldiers, 246 - Sabine Baring-Gould

Onward, Christian soldiers! marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus Going on before.
Christ, the royal Master, Leads against the foe; Forward into battle, See his banners go!
Onward, Christian soldiers! Marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus Going on before.

At the sign of triumph Satan's host doth flee; On then, Christian soldiers, On to victory.
Hell's foundations quiver At the shout of praise; Brothers, lift your voices, Loud your anthems raise.
Onward, Christian soldiers! Marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus Going on before.

Like a mighty army Moves the Church of God; Brothers, we are treading Where the Saints have trod.
We are not divided; All one body we: One in hope and doctrine, One in charity.
Onward, Christian soldiers! Marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus Going on before.

Onward, then, ye people; Join our happy throng. Blend with ours your voices In the triumph song:
Glory, laud, and honor Unto Christ, the King. This through countless ages Men and angels sing.
Onward, Christian soldiers! Marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus Going on before.

Our Father, by Whose Name, 296 - F. Bland Tucker, alt.

1.Our Father, by whose name all fatherhood is known,

Who dost in love proclaim each family thine own,

Bless thou all parents, guarding well,

With constant love as sentinel,

The homes in which thy people dwell.

2. As thou thy Child didst fill with wisdom, love, and might,

To know and do thy will and teach thy ways aright,

Our children bless, in ev'ry place,

That they may all behold thy face,

And, knowing thee, may grow in grace.

3.May thy strong Spirit bind our hearts in unity,

And help us each to find the love from self set free.

In all our hearts such love increase,

That ev'ry home, by this release,

May be the dwelling place of peace.

Our Mountain Home So Dear, 33 - Emmeline B. Wells

Our mountain home so dear, Where crystal waters clear
Flow ever free, Flow ever free,
While thru the valleys wide The flow'rs on ev'ry side,
Blooming in stately pride, Are fair to see.

We'll roam the verdant hills, And by the sparkling rills
Pluck the wildflow'rs, Pluck the wildflow'rs;
The fragrance on the air, The landscape bright and fair,
And sunshine ev'rywhere Make pleasant hours.

In sylvan depth and shade, In forest and in glade,
Where'er we pass, Where'er we pass,
The hand of God we see, In leaf and bud and tree,
Or bird or humming bee, Or blade of grass.

The streamlet, flow'r, and sod Bespeak the works of God;
And all combine, And all combine,
With most transporting grace, His handiwork to trace,
Thru nature's smiling face, In art divine.

Our Savior's Love, 113 - Edward L. Hart

Our Savior's love Shines like the sun with perfect light,
As from above It breaks thru clouds of strife.
Lighting our way, It leads us back into his sight,
Where we may stay To share eternal life.

The Spirit, voice Of goodness, whispers to our hearts
A better choice Than evil's anguished cries.
Loud may the sound Of hope ring till all doubt departs,
And we are bound To him by loving ties.

Our Father, God Of all creation, hear us pray
In rev'rence, awed By thy Son's sacrifice.
Praises we sing. We love thy law; we will obey.
Our heav'nly King, In thee our hearts rejoice.

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