Music and the Broken Word
by Paul Toscano and Cal Grondahl

mormon hymn

LET US ALL PRESS ON
(Sung to “Let Us All Press On” [OHB, 98; NHB, 243])

[p.35] Let us all press on, even though we may be bored,
Even though the sermon is one that we have heard,
Even though the lesson is empty as a gourd.
It’s simpler than the truth.

Three cheers for those correlation boys!
Three big cheers for those correlation boys!
They are the true source of all our joys.
Who have made themselves the true source of all our joys.
We will heed not what the angels may say.
We’ll ignore the angels and not heed a thing they say.
For those boys alone we will obey.
For those boys who correlate the whole darn church we will obey.

[Note: The italicized portions follow the bass line of the chorus.]

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mormon hymn

LET US ALL SPEAK KIND WORDS
(Sung to “Let Us Oft Speak Kind Words” [OHB, 94; NHB, 232])

[p.37] Let us all speak kind words of our leaders.
To them let us always be true.
Let us follow them all without question,
No matter what they say or do.

The reason we do this is simple,
As plain as the nose on your face,
We all want this self-same devotion,
When we’re called to take their place.

For the reason we’re kind
To the faults we might find
In leaders is not just a fluke.
We bear patiently now
So, as leaders,
We, too, many live free from rebuke.

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mormon hymn

LIBERAL SAINTS LOVE TOLERATION
(Sung to “They, the Builders of the Nation” [OHB, 173; NHB, 36])

[p.39] Liberal Saints love toleration.
Toleration is the key.
They can tolerate defection,
Error, and apostasy.
They’ll allow most all persuasions,
And permit all kinds of speech,
Save for those distinct occasions
When one has THE TRUTH to preach.

Liberals claim great toleration
And complete neutrality,
In one faith they’ve no objection:
Faith in objectivity.
There’s but one, true, certain teaching
That their best and brightest find:
Truth is what we get by reaching
Out with just the carnal mind.

They are not quite open-minded
As they oft pretend to be;
Nor are they quite even-handed
In their methodology.
Rather, they are quite committed
To their non-dogmatic creed,
Which says others are hard-hearted,
And just liberal hearts can bleed.

Liberal Saints love toleration.
They permit most joys and griefs,
And reserve their castigation
For traditional beliefs.
They have no wish to be caustic
To believers old or new;
They just wish we were agnostic
And believed in nothing, too.

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mormon hymn

A MIGHTY BUTTRESS
(Sung to “A Mighty Fortress” [OHB, 3; NHB, 68])

[p.41] A mighty buttress are my goals,
A tower of power ne’er failing.
If I could only reach my goals,
My life would be clear sailing.
No matter Adam’s fall.
I can accomplish all.
My power is innate.
I know I will be great
If I do not procrastinate.

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mormon hymn

MORE CONFIDENCE GIVE ME
(Sung to “More Holiness Give Me” [OHB, 114; NHB, 131])

[p.43] More certainty give me,
More sense of my worth,
More proof of my value,
More pride in my birth,
More sure of my goodness,
More willing to try,
More firm in my power,
More simply like I.

More property give me,
More silver and gold,
More income from interest,
More riches untold,
More bonds and debentures,
More pure equity,
More cash in the bank, Oh!
More simply for me.

More confidence give me,
More trust in myself,
More positive thinking,
More honors and wealth,
More fit for the board room,
More praised would I be,
More true to my nature,
More simply like me.

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mormon hymn

MORMONS ARE DIFFERENT FROM ALL OTHER SECTS
(Sung to “Father, Thy Children to Thee Now Raise” [OHB, 43; NHB, 91])

[p.45] Mormons are different from all other sects.
We have the holiest architects.
They get their blueprints through inspired dreams
In which they see even nails and beams.
Every detail is to them revealed.
They even know when the paint will have peeled.
And they cannot be made to bear the blame
That all our chapels now look the same.

The architecture of the latter-days
Has not yet gotten the gentiles’ praise.
Nevertheless, we are undaunted by
Critics who raise both a hue and cry
That every city throughout this great land
Must let the blind contract works for the bland.
Above these unkind words they stand aloof.
For they have seen angels on the roof.

What other chapels have got cultural halls
Where the young men can shoot basketballs,
And the young women can put on a play
Or hold the brunch on their wedding day?
Divinely led to build chapels so well,
Who cares if they’re being blown to hell,
Or justly censured by a peer’s critique,
Or go unused most days of the week?

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mormon hymn

MY! HOW THE WOMEN ARE RAGING!
(Sung to “Master, The Tempest is Raging” [OHB, 106; NHB, 105])

[p.47] My! How the women are raging!
We can’t keep them in their place.
They’ll soon be demanding the priesthood,
Addressing us face to face.

We can no longer command them.
They want their equal rights.
Without good humble women beneath us,
How can we ascend the heights?

Your clamoring yammering can’t go on!
Please! Be still!
We give you children to raise for us;
And lattitude to express praises for us.
And when you’re unsatisfied sexually,
We say it’s no worse than polygamy.

We counsel you with propriety
To repent
And content
Yourselves with Relief Society.
AND TO BE STILL!

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mormon hymn

MY TIME IS FAR SPENT
(Sung to “The Time is Far Spent” [OHB, 184; NHB, 266])

[p.49] My time is far spent, there is little remaining.
My mission call is coming, so it’s time to forget
The necking and the petting and the wild bouts of drinking.
I’ll repent. I’ll repent. I’ll repent, but not yet.
Just give me more time. I’ll repent, you can bet.

The summer’s now spent, the time’s come for sustaining
My calling as an elder, O, I’ve got to repent.
I’ve got to tell the bishop about each and every slip up.
I’ll repent. I’ll repent. I’ll repent, but not yet.
Just give me more time. You can bet I’ll repent.

I went to the bishop and told him my transgressions.
He said that on my mission, I’m not ready to go.
I thought this was a bummer, ’til he said I’d go next summer.
There’s still time to repent. I’ll repent, yes I know.
I’ll wait ’til next summer, repent, and then go.