It was a freak accident.  A completely unexpected turn of events in the lives of a faithful family.  Children had lost their father, and a wife had lost her loving husband.  There was mourning, shock.  There was also an outpouring of support and love from friends and co-workers and the whole community. I had known this man and loved his family, had served as their bishop years before.  I was asked to provide a musical number, and I was overwhelmed by the assignment.  I knew that his musical tastes were a little more wild than mine, but I felt that staying close to the hymns would be the appropriate thing to do.  I prayed. 

As I sat at the piano and thumbed through the hymnal, I began to play "Come Come Ye Saints" and then tried some of my own chords to dress it up a little, and it sounded right... it felt right.  In the end, I prepared and performed kind of a medley piano solo of "Come Come Ye Saints" and "I Am A Child of God", but this arrangement of "Come Come Ye Saints" has always remained with me, and it is one of my favorites to just sit down and play when I am roaming the halls of a church building and spy a free piano in a deserted room.

Why should we mourn or think our lot is hard?
'Tis not so; all is right.
Why should we think to earn a great reward if we now shun the fight?
Gird up your loins; fresh courage take.
Our God will never us forsake;
And soon we'll have this tale to tell-
All is well! All is well!

And should we die before our journey's through,
Happy day! All is well!
We then are free from toil and sorrow, too;
With the just we shall dwell!
But if our lives are spared again to see the Saints their rest obtain,
Oh, how we'll make this chorus swell-
All is well! All is well!

We'll make the air, with music ring, Shout praises to our god and king;
Above the rest these words we'll tell -
All is well! All is well!