May 08, 2016 - #4521 Music and the Spoken Word

Music and the Spoken Word broadcast with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir and Orchestra at Temple Square. May 08, 2016 Broadcast Number 4521.


“For the Beauty of the Earth”1
Composer: John Rutter
Lyrics: Folliott S. Pierpoint

“A Mother’s Eyes Reflect the Love of Heaven” 
Composer: Stephen Jones
Lyrics: Stephen Jones

“All Things Bright and Beautiful” 2
English melody
Lyrics: Cecil Frances Alexander
Arrangement: Mack Wilberg

“O Light of Life!”
Composer: Mack Wilberg
Lyrics: David Warner

“A Mother’s Lullaby” (Organ solo)
Composer: Clay Christiansen

“Be Thou My Vision”3
Irish melody
Arrangement: Anna Laura Page
Featuring Bells on Temple Square

“Mother, I Followed Your Footsteps” 
Composer: R. Ross Boothe
Lyrics: R. Ross Boothe

“On a Wonderful Day Like Today”
Composers: Leslie Bricusse and Anthony Newley
Lyrics: Leslie Bricusse and Anthony Newley
Arrangement: Sam Cardon

  1. On the CD Consider the Lilies, and in the CD set Encore Collection
  2. On the CD Then Sings My Soul, and in the CD set Anniversary Collection
  3. A choral version of this song can be found on the CD Heavensong and in the CD set Bravo! The #1 Albums

Spoken Word

Somebody’s Mother

On the second Sunday in May 1908, Anna Jarvis honored her late mother, Ann Reeves Jarvis, by organizing America’s first-ever Mother’s Day services. In 1914 President Woodrow Wilson made it a national holiday, but by then this official action was mostly a technicality. Anna Jarvis had already persuaded most states in the union to observe Mother’s Day. Now the tradition of a special day to honor mothers has spread around the world.

Anna’s original vision of Mother’s Day was relatively simple: visit or write to your mother, and thank her for the service she has rendered in your behalf. However we remember mothers—with flowers, cards, phone calls, or a personal visit—the key is that our expressions of love and appreciation come from the sincerity of our hearts.

So today we honor mothers—our own and the women around us with mothering hearts, whether or not they have been blessed with children. For as the beloved poem by Mary Dow Brine reminds us, we are surrounded by women who deserve to be honored, on this day and always:

The woman was old and ragged and gray
And bent with the chill of the Winter’s day. . . .

She stood at the crossing and waited long,
Alone, uncared for, amid the throng

Of human beings who passed her by
Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye.

Down the street, with laughter and shout,
Glad in the freedom of “school let out,”

Came the boys like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow piled white and deep. . . .

[One] paused beside her and whispered low,
“I’ll help you cross, if you wish to go. . . .

“She’s somebody’s mother, boys, you know,
For all she’s aged and poor and slow.

“And I hope some fellow will lend a hand
To help my mother, you understand,

“If ever she’s poor and old and gray,
When her own dear boy is far away.”

And “somebody’s mother” bowed low her head
In her home that night, and the prayer she said

Was, “God be kind to the noble boy,
Who is somebody’s son, and pride and joy!”

1. See Katharine Lane Antolini, “The Tenacious Woman Who Helped Keep Mother’s Day Alive,”Smithsonian, May 8, 2015,
2. “Somebody’s Mother,” in The Best Loved Poems of the American People, sel. Hazel Felleman (1936), 373–75.