Come Forth, Awake
By Terrence Sylvester Glennamaddy
Burst forth, ye blooms, ‘tis Easter-tide;
Turn your face upward toward the sun.
No longer in the earth bide,
Behold, new life has just begun.
The trumpet-sound of spring has blown.
Arise, ye lilies of the field,
Why longer sleep ye all alone,
The dark, damp earth to be your shield?
They placed Him in a rock-bound grave,
His body slept in quiet death;
But while he rested in the cave
The voice of God did give Him breath.
“Come forth, ye Son of God, come forth!
The seal is broke; the stone’s away.
No rock shall bind the Lord. Come forth
Into the brightness of the day.”
Come forth, oh, sons of men, awake!
The debt is paid; why linger now?
The cross was raised just for your sake,
And at its foot, my brother, bow.
Awake, ye lilies of the field,
He rose, the sleeping Son of God.
For man, this day, has been revealed
The resurrection from the sod!
From May 1928 –
SUN., SEPT. 1st 
Meeting commenced at 2:05 P.M. Counsellor Green conducting; Clark present, Bishop Hart absent.
Choir sang hymn, “Jesus once of humble birth.” Prayer by elder J.L. Jones. Choir sang hymn, “Praise to the man who communed with Jehovah.”
Sacrament was administered by elders Erastus Jensen and R.M. Poole. Coun. Green spoke to the saints a short time, bore testimony to truth of Gospel and urged saints to all do same.
Coun. Clark bore testimony; spoke of the progress of the work and of the adoption by sectarian churches of the true principles of the gospel. Thought the Lord always paid well for the work we did.
Sorry — it’s been another of the kind of work day where I just couldn’t get far enough to post this on time –
Because of the Word
By Hazel M. Thomson
Synopsis: Ruth Ann Barker, who lives in the early 1830s in the Naumkeg Valley of New England, dislikes farm life and cannot decide to marry Victor Hall, a neighboring farmer. While Ruth Ann is in Boston visiting her cousin Claire Mayhew, she meets Quinton Palmer, a lawyer and suitor of Claire’s, who declares that he has fallen in love with Ruth at their first meeting. The night Ruth Ann returns home her father is thrown from a horse and killed. Victor helps her look after the farm, and she goes again to Boston for the holidays, and then to visit her Aunt Marintha in Palmyra, New York, where she hears about Joseph Smithy and The Book of Mormon. On her return she promises to marry Vic who has defended some land suits against Quinton.
Ruth Ann gave very little thought to the book and Vic’s preoccupation with it. In her plans for the wedding the days slipped by and she was happy in the knowledge of Vic’s love. As for the book itself, she had seen him almost as involved in other reading material at one time or another. She found it reassuring to tell herself that his intense interest in this would soon be replaced by something different.
I’ve tried for months to write a post that shares with you some artwork that I just love. Every time I try to blog about it, I realize how little training or skill I have for critiquing visual art – I either draft something pretentious, or I blubber like a fool. Rather than subject you to that, I’m just going to post two pieces here – with permission of the artist – and hope that you will enjoy these as much as I do, and can perhaps even comment coherently about them.
The artist is David Habben, a Salt Lake City-based artist who goes by HabbenINK on Facebook and in his online gallery. Most of his art is fantasy – and he brings the fantastic to a few pieces of Mormon-themed art.
The Message of Easter, 1919
By Effie Stewart Dart
’Tis Easter again, that sacred Day
On which Christ arose from the tomb,
And the glory of Peace is bright’ning a world,
Long wrapped in war’s horror and gloom.
But thousands of graves in a far off land
Are calling to us today,
To finish the work which was left undone,
When the soldiers marched away.
To arise from our lives of selfish ease
To a Service grand and wide,
To help the needy of those far lands,
For whom our brave lads died.
The orphans of France, whose fathers sleep
’Neath the poppies of Flanders field;
The aged and children of Belgium, too,
Whose soldiers could die, not yield.
And in our own land there are aching hearts
For the voices they never more hear;
Ours may be the joy to carry to them
God’s message of faith and cheer.
And the maimed and broken, O, Blessed Christ,
Our duty to them is plain,
To help however, wherever we can,
When their lives they take up again.
Ah, not for us are the lives of ease,
While the world is still racked with pain;
But to serve in the name of the Risen Christ,
Till His Love o’er the earth shall reign.
Ben E. Rich (son of pioneering apostle Charles C. Rich) spent most of his adult life as a missionary, serving as an elder in the British Mission in the 1880s, as president of the Southern States Mission from 1898 to 1908 (with two years in the middle of that as president of the short-lived Middle States Mission) and as president of the Eastern States Mission from 1908 to his untimely death in 1913. In other words, he had seen a lot of missionaries and mission styles.
In 1909 he wrote to his elders in the Eastern States advising them against a preaching style that had been a problem at least since the 1840s when Thomas Margetts counseled against the same practice: the habit of tearing down other religious beliefs, instead of building up the truth.
A hundred years on, it’s still at least an occasional problem, in Sunday Schools, online, and in other venues where we ought to be building up rather than tearing down – especially in a generation when, unlike Ben E. Rich’s day, those we seek to reach are more often unbelievers in any religion than believers in Christianity.
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Because of the Word
By Hazel M. Thomson
Synopsis: Ruth Ann Barker, who lives, in the early 1830s, with her widowed father, a farmer in the Naumkeg Valley of New England, dislikes farm life and cannot decide to marry Victor Hall, a neighboring farmer. While Ruth Ann is in Boston visiting her cousin Claire Mayhew, she meets Quinton Palmer, a suitor of Clare’s who declares that he has fallen in love with Ruth at their first meeting. The night Ruth Ann returns home, her father is thrown from a horse and killed. Victor helps her look after the farm, and a few days before Christmas, Quinton arrives for a visit and Ruth goes back with Quinton to Claire’s home in Boston for the holidays.
During the remainder of her visit in Boston, Ruth managed to spend very little time alone with Quinton. Knowing he was puzzled and angered at her actions, yet she contrived to give him no opportunity for repeating his proposal. She knew she must leave Boston soon, and yet she hesitated to return to Naumkeg. She felt if she were to make a fair decision it must be in the presence of neither Quinton nor Vic.