He Lives, All Glory to His Name

One of the things I love about BYU is how many likeminded people there are. There are so many humble followers of the Savior who love and serve Him and all of his children. But every so often you meet others who just don't have that burning faith. Of course everyone is entitled to choose how they will live, how much to believe, but I honestly just don't know how they cope with everything that the world throws at us without faith.

A week or so ago I was talking with a coworker and shared an experience where I felt that God had answered my prayers and he said, "You really think God cares?" I was shocked, I haven't had someone confront me like this since high school, but I also immediately felt the spirit testifying to me that yes, He does care. Like my Earthly Father it may not matter much to him what colored shirt I wear today or if my hair is in a ponytail or braids, but he cares if I am happy, he cares about my future, and he consistently answers my prayers whether I ask for comfort, knowledge or direction.

I know my Savior lives. I know he loves each of us. I know that he wants all of us to come home to him, and he will not turn anyone away who is truly penitent. He is gracious, he is merciful, he is wonderful!

I know that my Redeemer lives.
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, he lives who once was dead.
He lives, my ever-living head.
He lives to bless me with His love.
He lives to plead for me above.
He lives my Hungry soul to feed.
He lives to bless in time of need.

He lives to grant me rich supply.

He lives to guide me with his eye.

He lives to comfort me when faint.

He lives to hear my soul's complaint.

He lives to silence all my fears.

He lives to wipe away my tears.

He lives to calm my troubled heart.

He lives all blessings to impart.

He lives, my kind, wise heavenly Friend.

He lives and loves me to the end.

He lives, and while he lives, I'll sing.

He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.

He lives and grants me daily breath.

He lives, and I shall conquer death.

He lives my mansion to prepare.

He lives to bring me safely there

He lives! All glory to his name!

He lives, my Savior, still the same.

Oh, sweet the joy this sentence gives:

"I know that my Redeemer lives!"

He lives! All glory to his name!

He lives, my Savior, still the same.

Oh, sweet the joy this sentence gives:

"I know that my Redeemer lives!"

--Samuel Medly