Cut and fasten, sand and smooth,
Brigham was a worker in wood.
Of grain and fit and strength he knew;
What work he did, it stood.
A careful man, he did not go
With any wind that blew,
But weighed and thought and pondered,
And acted when he knew.
So it was with faith,
For he weighed the gospel well,
And when at length he knew,
He anchored heart and will.
No eager taker of the mantle
To prophet-teacher given,
He bore it nobly when it fell,
And bent his will to heaven’s.
So it is with other prophets,
Each, like Brigham in his way,
Never seeking for the role,
Ever faithful to obey.
For each was ready at the call—
None’s life was bent by careless choice—
Each prepared by heaven’s tutelage
To hear and heed the Master’s voice.