1 It may not be on the mountain’s height Or over the stormy sea, It may not be at the battle’s front My Lord will have need of me; But if by a still, small voice He calls To paths I do not know, I’ll answer, dear Lord, with my hand in Thine, I’ll go where You want me to go.
Refrain: I’ll go where You want me to go, dear Lord, O'er mountain or plain or sea; I’ll say what you want me to say, dear Lord, I’ll be what You want me to be.
2 Perhaps today there are loving words Which Jesus would have me speak, There may be now, in the paths of sin, Some wand’rer whom I should seek; O Savior, if Thou wilt be my Guide, Tho dark and rugged the way, My voice shall echo the message sweet, I’ll say what You want me to say. [Refrain]
3 There’s surely somewhere a lowly place In earth’s harvest fields so wide, Where I may labor thru life’s short day For Jesus the Crucified; So, trusting my all unto Thy care-- I know Thou lovest me I’ll do Thy will with a heart sincere, I’ll be what You want me to be. [Refrain]
June 27, 1844. We reflect on the past and realize that this is the date in church history that the prophet Joseph Smith and his brother, Hyrum Smith, were martyred in Carthage Jail.
Praise to the man who communed with Jehovah! Jesus annointed that Prophet and Seer. Blessed to open the last dispensation, Kings shall extol him, and nations revere.
Praise to his memory, he died as a martyr; Honored and blest be his ever great name! Long shall his blood, which was shed by assassins, Stain Illinois* while the earth lauds his fame.
Great is his glory and endless his priesthood. Ever and ever the keys he will hold. Faithful and true, he will enter his kingdom, Crowned in the midst of the prophets of old.
Sacrifice brings forth the blessings of heaven; Earth must atone for the blood of that man. Wake up the world for the conflict of justice. Millions shall know "brother Joseph" again.
Chorus:
Hail to the Prophet, ascended to heaven! Traitors and tyrants now fight him in vain. Mingling with Gods, he can plan for his brethren; Death cannot conquer the hero again.
Doctrine and Covenants 135:3
3 Joseph Smith, the Prophet and Seer of the Lord, has done more, save Jesus only, for the salvation of men in this world, than any other man that ever lived in it. In the short space of twenty years, he has brought forth the Book of Mormon, which he translated by the gift and power of God, and has been the means of publishing it on two continents; has sent the fulness of the everlasting gospel, which it contained, to the four quarters of the earth; has brought forth the revelations and commandments which compose this book of Doctrine and Covenants, and many other wise documents and instructions for the benefit of the children of men; gathered many thousands of the Latter-day Saints, founded a great city, and left a fame and name that cannot be slain. He lived great, and he died great in the eyes of God and his people; and like most of the Lord’s anointed in ancient times, has sealed his mission and his works with his own blood; and so has his brother Hyrum. In life they were not divided, and in death they were not separated!
