---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Stephens, Evan
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 23
number: 4
published: 1920-02
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Stephens, Evan, "Sacrament Hymn," *Improvement Era* 23, no. 4 (February 1920): 330–331.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2304unse
  transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers.
  identifier: improvementera2304unse
start_page: 330
end_page: 331
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1920-02)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2304unse
  publication_year: 1920
  note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1920, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# Sacrament Hymn

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Sacrament                               Hymn
                                           Words and Music by Evan Stephens.
1st and 2nd Tenor
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         Thy       ho - ly         will,           Here to                ful        61,

         These emblems pure,                           Our hearts as                 sure,

        Sa     -   vior   di   -   vine,               Our hearts are               thine,

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       Aid thou our            fee   -    ble             ef     -       forts still, Forgive     our
       That we a           -   gain,       if             we             are    pure, Shall   meet a-
            let     Thy        light with          -    in           them shine, To guide us

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           faults as
                    up - on the
                          we    for - give
                                          tree; Thy blood that flowed was shed for
                                                   Our brother's fail - ings, while we
           round thy       festal board, With thee, our res - ur - rect - ed
           on - ward day           by      day, Still in                 the straight and narrow

to.
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SACRED HYMN                                                  331

                                                       dim.
                      ft
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         me,          Witness we     now    re -         mem     -    ber         thee.
         live         By the com - mand - ments           thou       didst        give.
         Lord,        Sharing the     joys       thy     grace        af      -   fords.

         way,         Thy pre-cepts   ev     -   er       to          o            bey.

 m^M^- t^                                                 ^Se             >

                           Rest, Dearest, Rest

         [May be sung to the above music for a funeral hymn]

                Rest, dearest, rest on earth's calm      breast,

                Bright stars will o'er thee vigils keep.
                The sun and moon, yon mountains steep,
                Will guard the bed where thou dost sleep
                Till God shall break thy slumber deep.

                Sleep, dearest, sleep ; sweet flowers shall keep
                The landscape fair above thy head,
                As shining dew drops gently shed
                Diffusing moisture overhead,
                Refresh the green sward o'er thy bed.

                Peace, perfect peace, and sweet release
                From earthly sorrows now are thine.
                Into God's bands we now resign
                The treasured dust our hearts enshrine.
                God keep and raise thee, all divine.

                                                                              will see that
    The time will come when the nations' thinkers
there is no way under heaven through
                                     which we can more effectually reach     all           men, and particularly those whom
                      classes of
                                           reach, and make them
churches and Sunday schools do not
merciful in all the relations  of life than by leading them to say
                                               times a day to the
kind words and do kind acts a hundred
dumb creatures by whom they are surrounded.
