In this poem, beloved Mormon poet Eliza R. Snow encouraged the downtrodden saints of her day to lift up their hearts and rejoice in the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Her message of hope and courage likewise calls to us as we face the modern battles of today.
Though deep'ning trials throng your way,
Press on, press on, ye Saints of God!
Ere long the resurrection day
Will spread its light and truth abroad.
Though outward ills await us here,
The time at longest is not long
Ere Jesus Christ will re-appear,
Surrounded by a glorious throng.
Lift up your hearts in praise to God--
Let your rejoicings never cease;
Though tribulations rage abroad,
Christ says, "In me ye shall have peace."
What though your rights have been assail'd?
What though by foes we've been depoil'd?
Jehovah's promise has not fail'd--
Jehovah's purpose is not foil'd.
His work is moving on apace,
And great events are rolling forth;
The kingdom of the latter-days--
The "little stone," must fill the earth.
Though Satan rage, 'tis all in vain--
The words of the ancient Prophets spoke,
Sure as the throne of God remain,
Nor men nor devils can revoke.
All glory to His holy name,
Who sends His faithful servants forth
To prove the nations--to proclaim
Salvation's tidings through the earth.