(SINGING) Gently raise
the sacred strain, for the Sabbath's come again. That man may rest,
that man may rest. [vocalizing] ANNOUNCER: 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 are
Mack Wilberg and Ryan Murphy, with organist Joseph
Peeples, and the Spoken Word by Lloyd Newell. [music - "my god is so high"] (SINGING) My God is so high,
you can't get over Him. He's so low, you
can't get under Him. He's so wide, you
can't get around Him. You must come in by
and through the Lamb. My God is so high, you
can't get over Him. He's so low, you
can't get under Him. He's so wide, you
can't get around Him. You must come in by
and through the Lamb. One day as I was walking
along the heavenly road, my Savior spoke unto me, and
filled my heart with his love. My God is so high, you
can't get over Him. He's so low, you
can't get under Him. He's so wide, you
can't get around Him. You must come in by
and through the Lamb. I'll take my gospel trumpet
and I'll begin to blow. And if my Savior help me,
I'll blow wherever I'll go. My God is so high, you can't
get over Him, he's so low, you can't get under Him. He's so wide, you
can't get around Him. You must come in by
and through the Lamb. You must come in
by, you must come in by and through the Lamb. So high, so low, so wide. So high, so low,
so low, so wide. My God is so high, you
can't get over Him. He's so low, you
can't get under Him. He's so wide, you
can't get around him. You must come in by
and through the Lamb. You must come in by
and through the Lamb. You must come in by
and through the Lamb. You must come in by
and through the Lamb. [music - "deep river"] (SINGING) Deep river,
my home is over Jordan. Deep river, Lord. I want to cross over
into campground. Deep river, my home
is over Jordan. Deep river, Lord. I want to cross over
into campground. Oh, oh, don't you want to
go to that Gospel feast? That Promised Land
where all is peace? Deep river, my home
is over Jordan. Oh, deep river, Lord. I want to cross over
into campground. I want to cross over
into campground. [vocalizing] [MUSIC - THEODORE DUBOIS,
"TOCCATA"] [MUSIC - "THE LORD MY PASTURE
WILL PREPARE"] (SINGING) The Lord my pasture
will prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care. His presence will my
want supply, and guard me with a watchful eye. My noonday walks He will attend,
and all my silent midnight hours defend. When in the sultry
glebe I faint, or on the thirsty mountain
pant, to fertile vales and dewy meads, my weary,
wandering steps He leads. Where peaceful
rivers, soft and slow, amid the cooling
verdant landscape flow. Where peaceful
rivers, soft and slow, amid the cooling
verdant landscape flow. Amen. [MUSIC - JERRY HERMAN, "ONE
PERSON"] (SINGING) One person
can beat a drum, and make enough noise for ten. One person can blow a
horn, and that little boom, and that little blare, can
make a hundred others care. And one person can hold a torch,
and light up the sky again. And one little voice
that's squeaking a song, can make a million
voices strong. If one person can beat a drum,
and one person can blow a horn, if one person can hold
a torch, then one person can change the world. There may be an army of them,
and only a handful of us. And how can a poor little
band fight a mighty regime? There may be a legion of
them, and only a parcel of us. But it isn't the size of the
fist, it's the size of a dream! One person can beat a drum,
and make enough noise for ten. One person can blow a
horn, and that little boom, and that little blare, can
make a hundred others care. One person can hold a torch,
and light up the sky again. And one little voice
that's squeaking a song, can make a million
voices strong. If one person can beat a drum,
and one person can blow a horn, if one person can hold
a torch, then one person can change the world! [vocalizing] One person can beat a drum
and make enough noise for ten. One person can blow a
horn, and that little boom, and that little blare, can
make a hundred others care. And one person can hold a torch,
and light up the sky again. And one little voice
that's squeaking a song can make a million
voices strong. If one person can beat a drum,
and one person can blow a horn, if one person can hold
a torch, then one person can change the world! "In God we trust" is the
national motto of the United States of America. Those four words, found on
coins and bills, buildings, and license plates, remind
us of our ultimate source of confidence and security,
peace and prosperity. That's a healthy reminder,
because our natural habit is to trust ourselves,
our own limited views and limited strength. When that fails,
as it often does, it's comforting to know that
a loving, trustworthy God neither slumbers nor sleeps
as He watches over us. That doesn't mean
life will be easy, but we can trust that the
future is in God's hands, and will be filled with evidence
of His goodness and grace. If we want to reach
that kind of assurance, trusting God must be more than
a motto, more than a bumper sticker. For many people today,
however, trusting is hard. We live in such a
distrustful world, where trust has been
fractured so often that some decide that the
only one they can trust is themselves. Of course, it's true that
not everyone can be trusted, and we must be
wise and discerning when granting anyone our trust. Even so, we also know that
every meaningful relationship is built on trust. Without trust, our relationships
are superficial and empty. Yes, trust can be
damaged and destroyed, but thankfully, it
can also be created. And when it has been
broken, it can even be restored with patience
and sincere effort over time. So maybe the best
way to make the world a more trusting place is to
be more trustworthy ourselves. We can all strive to be
more reliable and truthful in everything we do. If past experiences have made
us hesitant to trust others, we can seek out and hold fast
to that which is trustworthy. And if we need a
place to start, we can return to an
old familiar motto, and remember that there is
one who will never forsake us, one whose integrity is
perfect and unchanging, one who is worthy of our trust. [MUSIC - "COME, THOU FOUNT OF
EVERY BLESSING"] (SINGING) Come, Thou
fount of every blessing. Tune my heart to sing Thy grace. Streams of mercy, never ceasing. Call for songs of
loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet,
sung by flaming tongues above. Praise the mount I'm fixed
upon it, mount of Thy redeeming love. Here I raise my Ebenezer,
hither by Thy help I'm come. And I hope, by
Thy good pleasure, safely to arrive at home. Prone to wander,
Lord, I feel it. Prone to leave the God I love. Here's my heart, oh
take and seal it. Seal it for Thy courts above. Jesus sought me when a stranger,
wandering from the fold of God. He, to rescue me from danger,
interposed His precious blood. Prone to wander,
Lord, I feel it. Prone to leave the God I love. Here's my heart, oh,
take and seal it. Seal it for Thy courts above. Oh to grace how great a debtor,
daily I'm constrained to be. Let Thy goodness, like a
fetter, bind my wandering heart to Thee. Prone to wander,
Lord, I feel it. Prone to leave the God I love. Here's my heart, oh,
take and seal it. Seal it for Thy courts above. Seal it for Thy courts above. ANNOUNCER: With each
performance this year, we celebrate 90 years of
continuous broadcasting 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. [music - "god be with you"] (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.
