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If You Could Hie to Kolob / Dives and Lazarus

purchase: http://yourldsmusicstore.com/store/21... or iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/the... Lyceum Philharmonic at American Heritage School -- http://lyceumphilharmonic.com/ American Heritage School -- http://www.american-heritage.org/Musi... Facebook:   / lyceumphilharmonic   Twitter:   / lyceumphil   Instagram:   / lyceumphilharmonic   Dedicated to Rand Henderson (1960-2016) and his loving family (see more in description) Arranged by Marshall McDonald -- http://www.marshallmcdonaldmusic.com/ Music conducted and produced by Kayson Brown Video Produced by ARK Studios Media Group http://www.arkstudiosmediagroup.com Directed by Landon Weeks Cameraman Jared Jaynes Filmed on location at Bonneville Salt Flats and at Hidden Springs Ranch, Altamont UT. ABOUT THIS VIDEO Marshall McDonald’s arrangement of this beautiful hymn/folk song has been a favorite in the LDS community for years. He wrote this full-orchestra version for our album The Master in 2014. In the Fall of 2016, we were preparing to perform it at the Tabernacle on Temple Square when one of our orchestra students, Joseph, came up to me after rehearsal. He said, “I’m so grateful that we are playing this arrangement on this concert. I played the cello and piano version at my father’s funeral last month.” My heart sank. This particular orchestra member drove more than 2 hours in each direction to attend our weekly rehearsals. I had met his father many times as they made the weekly seven-hour trip to be a part of our group. His father was one of the most supportive, engaged parents I have encountered. He would do anything to help Joseph including weekly 7-hour trips for orchestra, remarkable family sacrifices to get Joseph a new cello and tuba. Hours and hours of driving, saving, and sacrificing for his son. I knew he had passed away suddenly from cancer over the summer, but when I heard that my seventeen-year-old student had played this same song at his father’s funeral, I was unprepared for the emotional wave of empathy I felt for this young man. I thought of how this music seemed to thin the veil between the living and those who have passed on. How music, like prayer, communicates the inexpressible and bittersweet and connects us to those we cannot see but still feel. This year, I think Easter will feel differently for that family. Who among us has not tasted the bitterness of losing one we love and not longed for comfort? If this music and the message we tried to convey with our high school aged students and shoe-string budget, comforts one “Joseph” out there who is struggling then it was more than worth our humble efforts. “Blessed are they that mourn; for they shall be comforted” – Matthew 5:4 “And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; for there shall be no more death, neither sorrow” Revelations 21:4 "Oh, how we cried the day you left us. We gathered round your grave to grieve, but I wish I could see the angels faces when they hear your sweet voice sing. And when in pain, from sorrow's anger. I'll Fall to my knees and plead that day, then feel your hand, rest on my shoulder, and hear the words you have to say." – adapted by Joseph Henderson from "Go Rest High" Lyrics 1. If you could hie to Kolob In the twinkling of an eye, And then continue onward With that same speed to fly, Do you think that you could ever, Through all eternity, Find out the generation Where Gods began to be? 2. Or see the grand beginning, Where space did not extend? Or view the last creation, Where Gods and matter end? Methinks the Spirit whispers, “No man has found ‘pure space,’ Nor seen the outside curtains, Where nothing has a place.” 3. The works of God continue, And worlds and lives abound; Improvement and progression Have one eternal round. There is no end to matter; There is no end to space; There is no end to spirit; There is no end to race. 4. There is no end to virtue; There is no end to might; There is no end to wisdom; There is no end to light. There is no end to union; There is no end to youth; There is no end to priesthood; There is no end to truth. 5. There is no end to glory; There is no end to love; There is no end to being; There is no death above. There is no end to glory; There is no end to love; There is no end to being; There is no death above. Text: William W. Phelps, 1792–1872