Farewell, All Earthly Honors, I Bid You All Adieu

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Tune from Relief Society Song Book, 1919, no. 37

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• Source: Relief Society Song Book, 1919, no. 37
• Contributor: Veramet 10:15, 10 August 2010 (UTC)

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• Tune from Relief Society Song Book, 1919, no. 37, by William B. Bradbury (1816–1868)
  • Copyright: public domain

Lyrics

• Poet: Mary W. Bone
• Copyright: Public Domain

Lyrics from A Collection of Sacred Hymns, for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, 1841

Hymn 291
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1. Farewell, all earthly honors, I bid you all adieu;
Farewell, all earthly pleasures, I want no more of you:
I want my union grounded in the eternal soil,
Beyond the pow'rs of Satan, where sin can ne'er defile.

2. I want my name engraven amongst the righteous ones,
Crying Holy, holy Father—and wear a righteous crown.
For the sake of so pure riches I am willing to pass through
All earthly tribulation, and count it my just due.

3. I am willing to be chastened, and bear my daily cross;
I am willing to be cleansed from every kind of dross.
I see the fiery furnace, I feel its piercing flame;—
The fruit of it is holy,—the gold will still remain.

4. All earthly tribulation is but a moment here,
And then if we prove faithful, a righteous crown shall wear;
We shall be called holy, and feed on angel's food,
Rejoicing in bright glory, before the throne of God.

5. There Christ himself has promised, a mansion to prepare,
For all who serve him faithful—the cross the crown shall wear;
Bright palms shall there be given to all the ransomed throng,
And Glory, glory, glory, shall be the conqueror's song.

Lyrics from Relief Society Song Book, 1919, no. 37

1. Farewell, all earthly honors,
I bid you all adieu;
Farewell, all sinful pleasures,
I want no more of you.
I want my habitation
On that eternal soil,
Beyond the pow’rs of Satan,
Where sin can ne’er defile.

Refrain.
There is sweet rest in heav’n,
There is sweet rest in heav’n,
There is sweet rest,
There is sweet rest,
There is sweet rest in heav’n.

2. I want my name engraven
Among the righteous ones,
Who worship God, the Father,
And wear a righteous crown.
For such eternal riches
I’m willing to pass through
All needful tribulations,
And count them my just due.

3. I’m willing to be chastened,
And bear my daily cross;
I’m willing to be cleansed
From ev’ry kind of cross.
I see a fiery furnace,
I feel its piercing flame,
The fruits of it are holy,
The gold will still remain.