1. Rejoice, ye saints of latter days,
lift up your heads and sing!
With one accord unite to praise
your everlasting King.
No more in darkness need you walk,
nor tread in error's night,
for the Most High again has called
the darkness into light.
2. The Holy Spirit is sent down
as in the days of old
to bring to mind things that are past
and things to come, unfold.
Oh, may it rest upon us now
while we're assembled here,
bring consolation to our souls,
our drooping spirits cheer.
3. Oh, may it ever guide our feet
in ways of righteousness
that we may be accounted meet
to dwell in blessedness.
|First Line:||Rejoice, ye saints of latter days|
|Source:||Emma Smith's Sacred Hymns, 1841|
|Source:||Saints' Hymnal, 1933|