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Come, Come, Ye Saints

In Utah, we celebrated Pioneer Day on July 24 to remember the pioneers arriving at the Salt Lake valley in 1847.


Come, Come Ye Saints is a powerful pioneer hymn. My favorite lyrics are: 


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!


They remind me that even in hard times, the Savior understands what I'm going through and my Heavenly Father will never forsake me. 


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!



I have so much to be grateful for. I'm grateful for my own pioneer heritage, for my ancestors who came on the Mayflower. For many who have come before me. Even grandparents and great grandparents who set an example and built a strong foundation for our family. 


Today in church I played a medley of Pioneer Children Sang as they Walked and I'm a Pioneer too. 


We are all pioneers. Staying true to the gospel of Jesus Christ in today's world is not easy. But my hope is that we take fresh courage and know that God will never forsake us. Love others. Serve them. And as one of my yoga instructors reminds us: we're all here to walk each other home










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