Hymn Texts C

Choose the right when a choice is placed before you. In the right the Holy Spirit guides;
And its light is forever shining o'er you, When in the right your heart confides.
Choose the right! Choose the right! Let wisdom mark the way before.
In its light, choose the right! And God will bless you evermore.

Choose the right! Let no spirit of digression Overcome you in the evil hour.
There's the right and the wrong to ev'ry question; Be safe thru inspiration's pow'r.
Choose the right! Choose the right! Let wisdom mark the way before.
In its light, choose the right! And God will bless you evermore.

Choose the right! There is peace in righteous doing. Choose the right! There's safety for the soul.
Choose the right in all labors you're pursuing; Let God and heaven be your goal.
Choose the right! Choose the right! Let wisdom mark the way before.
In its light, choose the right! And God will bless you evermore.

Christ the Lord Is Risen Today 200 - Charles Wesley

Christ the Lord is ris'n today, Alleluia! Sons of men and angels say, Alleluia!
Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia! Sing, ye heav'ns, and earth reply, Alleluia!

Love's redeeming work is done, Alleluia! Fought the fight, the vict'ry won, Alleluia!
Jesus' agony is o'er, Alleluia! Darkness veils the earth no more, Alleluia!

Lives again our glorious King, Alleluia! Where, O death, is now thy sting? Alleluia!
Once he died our souls to save, Alleluia! Where thy victory, O grave? Alleluia!

Come, All Whose Souls Are Lighted 268 - Reginald Heber. Included in the first LDS hymnbook, 1835.

Come, all whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high.
Shall we, to men benighted, The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! Oh salvation! The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name.

From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand,
Where Africa's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand,
From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.

Go tell, ye winds, his story, And mighty waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole;
Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.

Come, All Ye Saints of Zion 38 - William W. Phelps. Included in the first LDS hymnbook, 1835.

Come, all ye Saints of Zion, And let us praise the Lord;
His ransomed are returning, According to his word.
In sacred song and gladness They walk the narrow way,
And thank the Lord who brought them To see the latter day.

Come, ye dispersed of Judah, Join in the theme and sing
With harmony unceasing The praises of our King,
Whose arm is now extended, On which the world may gaze,
To gather up the righteous In these the latter days.

Rejoice, Rejoice, O Israel, And let your joys abound!
The voice of God shall reach you Wherever you are found
And call you back from bondage, That you may sing his praise
In Zion and Jerusalem, In these the latter days.

Then gather up for Zion, Ye Saints thruout the land,
And clear the way before you, As God shall give command.
Tho wicked men and devils Exert their pow'r, 'tis vain,
Since He who is eternal Has said you shall obtain.

Come, All Ye Saints Who Dwell on Earth 65 - William W. Phelps. Included in the first LDS hymnbook, 1835.

Come, all ye Saints who dwell on earth, Your cheerful voices raise,
Our great Redeemer's love to sing, And celebrate his praise,
Our great Redeemer's love to sing, And celebrate his praise.

His love is great; he died for us. Shall we ungrateful be,
Since he has marked a road to bliss, And said,"Come, follow me,"
Since he has marked a road to bliss, And said, "Come, follow me."

The straight and narrow way we've found! Then let us travel on,
Till we, in the celestial world, Shall meet where Christ is gone,
Till we, in the celestial world,Shall meet where Christ is gone.

And there we'll join the heav'nly choir And sing his praise above,
While endless ages roll around, Perfected by his love,
While endless ages roll around, Perfected by his love.

Come, All Ye Sons of God (Men), 322 - Thomas Davenport

Come, all ye Sons of God who have received the priesthood;
Go spread the gospel wide and gather in his people.
The latter-day work has begun, To gather scattered Israel in,
And bring them back to Zion to praise the Lamb.

Come, all ye scattered sheep, and listen to your Shepherd,
While you the blessings reap which long have been predicted.
By prophets long it's been foretold, He'll gather you into his fold,
And bring you home to Zion to praise the Lamb.

Repent and be baptized, and have your sins remitted,
And get the Spirit's zeal; oh, then you'll be united.
Go cast upon him all your care; He will regard your humble prayer,
And bring you home to Zion to praise the Lamb.

And when your grief is o'er and ended your affliction,
Your spirits then will soar to await the Resurrection;
And then his presence you'll enjoy, In heav'nly bliss your time employ,
A thousand years in Zion to praise the Lamb.

Come Along, Come Along, 244 - William Willes

"Come along, come along" is the call that will win, To lead us to virtue and keep us from sin;
Most men can be led, but few can be driv'n In shunning perdition and striving for heav'n
"Come along, come along" is the call that will win In leading to virtue and keeping from sin;
"Come along, come along" is the call that will win In leading to virtue and keeping from sin.

Come to me, come to me" sweetly falls on the ear, The word of the Lord full of comfort and cheer,
To bind up the broken, the captive set free, In the good time that's coming, we hope soon to see.
"Come along, come along" is the call that will win In leading to virtue and keeping from sin;
"Come along, come along" is the call that will win In leading to virtue and keeping from sin.

Let us govern by kindness and never by force, All cheering and bright, like the sun in its course;
Obedience will spring from each heart with a bound, And brotherhood flourish the wide world around.
"Come along, come along" is the call that will win In leading to virtue and keeping from sin;
"Come along, come along" is the call that will win In leading to virtue and keeping from sin.

Come Away to the Sunday School, 276 - Robert B. Baird

When the rosy light of morning Softly beams above the hill,
And the birds, sweet heav'nly songsters, Ev'ry dell with music fill,
Fresh from slumber we awaken; Sunshine chases clouds away.
Nature breathes her sweetest fragrance On the holy Sabbath day.

For a good and glorious purpose Thus we meet each Sabbath day,
Each one striving for salvation Thru the Lord's appointed way.
Earnest toil will be rewarded; Zealous hearts need not repine.
God will not withhold his blessings From the eager, seeking mind.

Let us then press boldly onward, Prove ourselves as soldiers true.
He will lead us, he will guide us. Come, there's work for all to do,
Never tiring, never doubting, Boldly struggling to the end.
In the world, tho foes assail us, God will surely be our friend.

Come, Come Ye Saints, 30 - William Clayton

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,
Oh how we'll make this chorus swell--All is well! All is well!

Come, Follow Me, 116 - John Nicholson

"Come follow me," the Savior said. Then let us in his footsteps tread,
For thus alone can we be one With God's own loved, begotten Son.

"Come follow me," a simple phrase Yet truth's sublime, effulgent rays
Are in these simple words combined To urge, inspire the human mind.

Is it enough alone to know That we must follow him below,
While trav'ling thru this vale of tears? No, this extends to holier spheres.

Not only shall we emulate His course while in this earthly state,
But when we're freed from present cares, If with our Lord we would be heirs.

We must the onward path pursue As wider fields expand to view,
And follow him unceasingly, Whate'er our lot or sphere may be.

For thrones, dominions, kingdoms, pow'rs, And glory great and bliss are ours,
If we, throughout eternity, Obey his words, "Come, follow me."

Come, Let Us Anew, 217 - Charles Wesley

Come, let us anew our journey pursue,

Roll round with the year,

And never stand still til the Master appear.
His adorable will let us gladly fulfill,

And our talents improve
By the patience of hope and the labor of love,

By the patience of hope and the labor love.

Our life as a dream, our time as a stream

Glide swiftly away,

And the fugitive moment refuses to stay;
For the arrow is flown and the moments are gone.

The millennial year
Presses on to our view, and eternity's here,

Presses on to our view, and eternity's here.

Oh, that each in the day of His coming may say,

"I have fought my way thru;

I have finished the work thou didst give me to do."
Oh, that each from his Lord

may receive the glad word:

"Well and faithfully done;
Enter into my joy and sit down on my throne;

Enter into my joy and sit down on my throne."

Come, Let Us Sing an Evening Hymn, 167 - William W. Phelps. Included in the first LDS hymnbook, 1835.

Come, let us sing an evening hymn To calm our minds for rest,
And each one try, with single eye, To praise the Savior best.

Yea, let us sing a sacred song To close the passing day,
With one accord call on the Lord, And ever watch and pray.

Oh, thank the Lord for grace and gifts Renewed in latter days,
For truth and light to guide us right In wisdom's pleasant ways.

For ev'ry line we have received To turn our hearts above,
For ev'ry word and ev'ry good That fill our souls with love.

Come, Listen to a Prophet's Voice, 21 - Joseph S. Murdock. Verse four, Bruce R. McConkie.

1.Come, listen to a prophet's voice, And hear the word of God,

And in the way of truth rejoice, And sing for joy aloud.

We've found the way the prophets went Who lived in days of yore.

Another prophet now is sent This knowledge to restore.

2.The gloom of sullen darkness spread Thru earth's extended space

Is banished by our living Head, And God has shown his face.

Thru erring schemes in days now past The world has gone astray;

Yet Saints of God have found at last The straight and narrow way.

3.'Tis not in man they put their trust, Nor on his arm rely.

Full well assured, all are accursed Who Jesus Christ deny.

The Savior to his people saith, "Let all my words obey,

And signs shall follow living faith, Down to the latest day."

4.Then heed the words of truth and light That flow from fountains pure.

Yea, keep His law with all thy might Till thine election's sure,

Till thou shalt hear the holy voice Assure eternal reign,

While joy and cheer attend thy choice, As one who shall obtain.

Come, O Thou King of Kings, 59 - Parley P. Pratt

Come, O thou King of Kings! We've waited long for thee,
With healing in thy wings To set thy people free.
Come, thou desire of nations, come; Let Israel now be gathered home.

Come, make an end to sin And cleanse the earth by fire,
And righteousness bring in, That Saints may tune the lyre
With songs of joy, a happier strain To welcome in thy peaceful reign.

Hosannas now shall sound From all the ransomed throng,
And glory echo round A new triumphal song;
The wide expanse of heaven fill With anthems sweet from Zion's hill.

Hail! Prince of life and peace! Thrice welcome to thy throne!
While all the chosen race Their Lord and Savior own,
The heathen nations bow the knee And ev'ry tongue sounds praise to thee.

Come Rejoice, 9 Tracy Y. Cannon, adapted

1. Come, rejoice, the King of glory Speaks to earth again.

Gladsome words ring out from heaven, Joyous, wondrous strain.

Truth bursts forth in radiant light, Showing all the path of right.

Shout hosanna to his name; One and all his might proclaim.

2. Angels, messengers from heaven, Come to earth once more;

Bring to men the glorious gospel; Priceless truths restore.

Let all hear who live today! This is life, the truth, the way.

Shout hosanna to his name; One and all his might proclaim.

3. Great, oh, great is Christ our Savior. None can stay his hand.

Now he brings to us salvation, Cheering ev'ry land.

Sing, rejoice, the King of love Speaks to earth from heav'n above.

Shout hosanna to his name; One and all his might proclaim.

Come, Sing to the Lord, 10 - Gerrit de Jong, Jr.

Come, sing to the Lord, his name to praise. He in these latter days did raise A prophet to his name,
The blessed gospel to restore. Come, sing to the Lord, his name adore!

The prophets of old beheld this day, Its glory told in wondrous lay. They saw our prophet dear,
Who times of fulness ushered in. Come, sing to the Lord, his praises ring!

The keys of the pristhood of our Lord To us in fulness are restored, Their blessings to bestow,
And pow'rs divine are manifest. Come, sing to the Lord, his name be blessed!

Come, Thou Glorious Day of Promise, 50 - From Pratt's Collection, ca. 1830, alt.

Come, thou glorious day of promise; Come and spread thy cheerful ray,
When the scattered sheep of Israel Shall no longer go astray,
When hosannas, When hosannas With united voice they'll cry.

Lord, how long wilt thou be angry? Shall thy wrath forever burn?
Rise, redeem thine ancient people; Their transgressions from them turn.
King of Israel, King of Israel, Come and set thy people free.

Oh, that soon thou wouldst to Jacob Thy enliv'ning Spirit send!
Of their unbelief and misery Make, O Lord, a speedy end.
Lord, Messiah! Lord, Messiah! Prince of Peace o'er Israel reign.

Come unto Him, 114 - Theodore E. Curtis

I wander through the still of night, When solitude is ev'rywhere--
Alone, beneath the starry light, And yet I know that God is there.
I kneel upon the grass and pray; An answer comes without a voice.
It takes my burden all away And makes my aching heart rejoice.

When I am filled with strong desire And ask a boon of him, I see
No miracle of living fire, But what I ask flows into me.
And when the tempest rages high I feel no arm around me thrust,
But ev'ry storm goes rolling by When I repose in him my trust.

It matters not what may befall, What threat'ning hand hangs over me;
He is my rampart through it all, My refuge from mine enemy.
Come unto him all ye depressed, Ye erring souls whose eyes are dim,
Ye weary ones who long for rest. Come unto him! Come unto him!

Come unto Jesus, 117 - Orson Pratt Huish

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."

Come, We that Love the Lord, 119 - Isaac Watts

Come, We that love the Lord, And let our joys be known.
Join in a song with sweet accord, And worship at his throne.

Let those refuse to sing Who never knew our God,
But servants of the heav'nly King May speak their joys abroad.

The God who rules on high, And all the earth surveys--
Who rides upon the stormy sky And calms the roaring seas—

This mighty God is ours, Our Father and our Love.
He will send down his heav'nly pow'rs To carry us above.

Come, Ye Children of the Lord, 58 - James H. Wallis

Come, ye children of the Lord, Let us sing with one accord.
Let us raise a joyful strain To our Lord who soon will reign
On this earth when it shall be Cleansed from all iniquity,
When all men from sin will cease, And will live in love and peace.

Oh, how joyful it will be When our Savior we shall see!
When in splendor he'll descend, Then all wickedness will end.
Oh, what songs we then will sing To our Savior, Lord, and King!
Oh, what love will then bear sway When our fears shall flee away!

All arrayed in spotless white, We will dwell 'mid truth and light.
We will sing the songs of praise; We will shout in joyous lays.
Earth shall then be cleansed from sin. Ev'ry living thing therein
Shall in love and beauty dwell; Then with joy each heart will swell.

Come, Ye Disconsolate, 115 - Thomas Moore. Verse three, Thomas Hastings

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 heav'n 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 heav'n cannot cure."

Here see the Bread of Life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, pure from above.
Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing Earth has no sorrow but heav'n can remove.

Come, Ye Thankful People, 94 - Henry Alford

Come, ye thankful people come; Raise the song of harvest home.
All is safely gathered in Ere the winter storms begin.
God, our Maker, doth provide For our wants to be supplied.
Come to God's own temple, come; Raise the song of harvest home.

All the world is God's own field, Fruit unto his praise to yield,
Wheat and tares together sown, Unto joy or sorrow grown.
First the blade, and then the ear, Then the full corn shall appear.
Lord of harvest, grant that we Wholesome grain and pure may be.

Count Your Blessings 241 - Johnson Oatman, Jr.

When upon life's billows you are tempest-tossed, When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings; name them one by one, And it will surprise you what the Lord has done.
Count your blessings; Name them one by one. Count your blessings; See what God hath done.
Count your blessings; Name them one by one. Count your many blessings; See what God hath done.

Are you ever burdened with a load of care? Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?
County your many blessings; ev'ry doubt will fly, And you will be singing as the days go by.
Count your blessings; Name them one by one. Count your blessings; See what God hath done.
Count your blessings; Name them one by one. Count your many blessings; See what God hath done.

When you look at others with their lands and gold, Think that Christ has promised you his wealth untold.
Count your many blessings; money cannot buy Your reward in heaven nor your home on high.
Count your blessings; Name them one by one. Count your blessings; See what God hath done.
Count your blessings; Name them one by one. Count your many blessings; See what God hath done.

So amid the conflict, whether great or small, Do not be discouraged; God is over all.
Count your many blessings; angels will attend, Help and comfort give you to your journey's end.
Count your blessings; Name them one by one. Count your blessings; See what God hath done.
Count your blessings; Name them one by one. Count your many blessings; See what God hath done.

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