In a few days we will celebrate pioneer day. It is a day set aside to honor our ancestors who sacrificed all that they had, many even their very lives, for the gospel. They came by boat from England and Europe, by wagon and handcart from the east. The journey was long and difficult. With iPods, DVD players and plush SUVs, a family road trip these days can hardly compare. I am amazed as I think about those pioneer children. They walked most of the way. The worst thing we faced on our road trips was being forced to listen to educational audio tapes while riding in the car. I think those pioneer children would have gladly put up with that just for the opportunity to ride and rest their feet. One thing they did to pass the time was to sing. And the hymn that they sang the most was “Come, Come Ye Saints.”
It was at a time when many of the saints were discouraged that Brother William Clayton penned “Come, Come Ye Saints.” He was also separated from his wife who had to stay behind in Nauvoo due to illness and pregnancy. He got word that his son had been born and wrote the words to this beloved hymn as an expression of his gratitude. The rule in the pioneer camps was that if anyone started to sing it the rest were to join in.
President Heber J. Grant’s father-in-law, Oscar Winters told a story of what the hymn meant to the pioneer saints. One night one of the company wasn’t at camp with the others. Just as they were preparing to go and look for him, he came walking up with his wagon. He had been sick and weak and had to stop to lie down a couple of times which resulted in the delay. After dinner, the brother sat down against a rock and started to sing the hymn. For some reason that night, no one joined in. His voice was weak but beautiful. By the time he had finished there wasn’t a dry eye there. The next morning when he didn’t rise to hitch his oxen the others found that he had died during the night. The stone he’d sat against the night before became his headstone. The words of that hymn weren’t just a nice thought to them. They actually lived them.
There are countless other stories like this one and likely several in your own families. I encourage you to take some time this July 24th and think about those courageous pioneers. Maybe even look up some family history and find out about your own pioneer ancestry. Lastly, look at your life and think of ways you can honor that pioneer spirit today. When trials come, and they will, remember the pioneers and the words to their favorite hymn.
“Come, come ye Saints, no toil nor labor fear, but with joy wend your way.
Though hard to you this journey may appear, grace shall be as your day.
‘Tis better far for us to strive, our useless cares from us to drive,
Do this and joy your hearts will swell—All is well! All is well!”
– William Clayton “Come, Come, Ye Saints” Hymns #30