Narrator: In such a moment, all that those faithful Saints had remaining, all that the wives and children of those righteous prisoners had left to hold on to, was their faith in Jesus Christ, whom they prayed would deliver their loved ones from evil men, and bring them home to them again. Mary Fielding Smith: Savior, Redeemer of my soul, Whose mighty hand hath made me whole, Whose wondrous pow'r hath raised me up And filled with sweet my bitter cup! What tongue my gratitude can tell, O gracious God of Israel. Never can I repay thee, Lord, But I can love thee. Thy pure word, Hath it not been my one delight, My joy by day, my dream by night? Then let my lips proclaim it still, And all my life reflect thy will. Choir: O'errule mine acts to serve thine ends. Change frowning foes to smiling friends. Mary Fielding Smith: Chasten my soul till I shall be In perfect harmony with thee. Make me more worthy of thy love, And fit me for the life above.