[MUSIC - "GENTLY RAISE THE
SACRED STRAIN"] (SINGING) Gently raise
the sacred strain, For the Sabbath's come
again, That man may rest, that man may rest. NARRATOR: From historic Temple
Square in Salt Lake City, we welcome you to Music and the
Spoken Word with the Tabernacle Choir and Orchestra
at Temple Square. Conducting today's
program is Mack Wilberg, with organist Andrew
Unsworth, and the Spoken Word by Lloyd Newell. [MUSIC - "SAINTS BOUND FOR
HEAVEN"] (SINGING) Our bondage it shall
end, by and by, by and by, Our bondage it
shall end by and by. From Egypt's yoke set free;
Hail the glorious jubilee, And to Canaan we'll return,
by and by, by and by, And to Canaan we'll
return by and by. Our deliverer He shall
come, by and by, by and by, Our deliverer He
shall come, by and by. And our sorrows have an end,
with our threescore years and ten, and vast glory crown
the day, by and by, by and by, And vast glory crown
the day, by and by. And when to Jordan's floods,
we are come, we are come, And when to Jordan's
floods, we are come. Jehovah rules the tide, And
the waters he'll divide, And the ransomed host
shall shout, we have come, we have come, And the ransomed
host shall shout, we have come. Then with all the happy throng,
we'll rejoice, we'll rejoice, Then with all the happy
throng we'll rejoice. Shouting glory to our King,
Till the vaults of heaven ring, And through all eternity
we'll rejoice, we'll rejoice, And through all
eternity we'll rejoice. Shouting glory to our King,
Till the vaults of heaven ring, And through all eternity,
we'll rejoice, we'll rejoice, and through all
eternity, we'll rejoice, we'll rejoice, we'll
rejoice, we'll rejoice! [MUSIC - "IF THE SAVIOR STOOD
BESIDE ME"] (SINGING) If the savior
stood beside me would I do the things I do? Would I think of
His commandments and try harder to be true? Would I follow His example? Would I live more righteously if
I could see the Savior standing nigh watching over me? If the Savior stood beside me
would I say the things I say? Would my words be true and
kind if He were never far away? Would I try to share the Gospel? Would I speak more reverently if
I could see the Savior standing nigh watching over me? He is always near me, though
I do not see Him there. And because He loves me dearly
I am in His watchful care. So I'll be the kind
of person that I know I'd like to be if I
could see the Savior standing nigh watching over me. [MUSIC - "TRUMPET TUNE IN
SEVEN"] [rhythmic organ solo] [MUSIC - "THEIR SOUND IS GONE
OUT INTO ALL LANDS"] (SINGING) Their sound is
gone out into all lands, their sound is gone out into
all lands, into all lands. Their sound is gone
out into all lands. Their sound is gone
out, their sound is gone out into all lands. And their words unto
the ends of the world, and their words unto the
ends of the world, unto the ends of the world, to the
ends of the world, to the ends, to the ends of the world. Their sound is gone
out, their sound is gone out into all lands. And their words, and
their words unto the ends of the world, of the world. And their words unto
the ends of the world, the ends of the world,
unto the ends of the world, to the ends of the world. Unto the ends of the world,
unto the ends of the world. [organ music interlude] Some time ago,
a motorist driving along a stretch of
highway was intrigued to see three elderly women with
large plastic bags picking up trash along the roadside. The driver knew that
highway cleanup was often assigned to fill a community
service requirement, usually for those who had
debt to pay to society. He smiled as he tried to imagine
what these women could possibly have done to deserve this duty. He saw them again the next day,
and the next day, and the next. Finally, his curiosity
got the best of him, and he pulled over, leaned
out the window, and said, "Excuse me, I've noticed you
along this stretch of road for a week now,
and I couldn't help wondering what you did to
get stuck with this job." The women looked at
each other and laughed as they realized
for the first time how they must look to passersby. One of them replied, "We didn't
get assigned to do this job. We chose it. We each live alone, but we go
walking together every morning, and we noticed all this
litter along the highway. So we figured that if, every
morning during our regular walk, we stopped long
enough to take just one bag of garbage out
of the world, maybe we could make a difference." All of us share the resources
of this world, and all of us have a vested interest
in preserving it for future generations. But not all of us
stop long enough to do something about it. The world is a more
beautiful place because three walking
companions decided to pick up some litter every day. But there's another lesson
from their good turn. We also share the spiritual
and emotional atmosphere of this world, and there
are many kinds of debris that litter that environment. Unkind words, hurtful
actions, discouragement, heartache, and loneliness. Wouldn't it be a more
beautiful place if each of us determined to dispose
of this kind of litter? To take just one bag of garbage
out of the world each day? The kind deeds we do,
the service we render, no matter how small, add to
a growing circle of goodness. We can't clean it
all up at once, but as we each take our share
of garbage out of the world, we make it a more beautiful
place for everyone. [MUSIC - "HOW CAN I
KEEP FROM SINGING?"] (SINGING) My life goes on in
endless song above Earth's lamentations, I hear the
sweet though far-off hymn that hails a new creation. Through all the
tumult and the strife, I hear the music ringing. It finds an echo in my soul. How can I keep from singing? But though the tempest loud
may roar, I hear the truth, it's living. But though the darkness round
me close, songs in the night it's giving. I lift my eyes, the cloud grows
thin; I see the blue above it; And day by day this pathway
smooths, since first I learned to love it. No storm can shake my inmost
calm while to that rock I'm clinging. Since love is lord
of heav'n and earth, how can I keep, how can I keep,
how can I keep from singing? From singing? From singing? From singing? Singing? [music - "morning has broken"] (SINGING) Morning has broken
like the first morning, Blackbird has spoken
like the first bird. Praise for the singing,
praise for the morning, praise for them springing
fresh from the world. Sweet the rain's new
fall, sunlit from heaven, like the first dewfall
on the first grass. Praise for the sweetness
of the wet garden, sprung in completeness
where His feet pass. Mine is the sunlight, mine is
the morning born of the one light, Eden saw play. Praise with elation, praise
every morning, God's recreation of the new day. Praise with elation,
praise with the morning God's recreation of the new day. [MUSIC - "ALL PEOPLE THAT ON
EARTH DO DWELL"] All people that on earth
do dwell, sing to the Lord with cheerful voice. Him serve with mirth,
His praise forth tell. Come ye before Him and rejoice. Know that the Lord is God
indeed; without our aid He did us make; We are His
flock; He doth us feed, and for His sheep
He doth us take. O enter then His gates
with praise; Approach with joy His courts
unto; Praise, laud, and bless His name always
For it is seemly so to do. For why? The Lord our God is good;
His mercy is forever sure; His truth at all times firmly
stood And shall from age to age endure. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. NARRATOR: Today's performance
continues the 90th year of this historic program. Please join us next time for
Music and the Spoken Word. Until we meet again, may
peace be with you this day and always. (SINGING) God be with
you till we meet again. By His counsels
guide, uphold you. With His sheep
securely fold you. God be with you
till we meet again.
