Behold! Our Great Statistics!
The Church Has Need of Worldly Praise
Each Carping Saint
'Ere You Leave Your Room This Morning
Forty-seven East South Temple
Gently Falls the Sacred Rain
George P. Lee, the Lamanite
Glorious Things We Hear of Utah
God Has Called Them to the BYU
God Speed the Left
High in the Mountains Around Us
Home Alone
How Numerous the Commands
I Have Done So Much Good in the World Today
Let the Bombs Come Down
Let Us All Be Faith-Promoting
Let Us All Press On
Let Us All Speak Kind Words
Liberal Saints Love Toleration
A Mighty Buttress
More Confidence Give Me
Mormons Are Different from All Other Sects
My! How the Women Are Raging!
My Time Is Far Spent
Oh, How Early Comes the Morning!
O My Family
Our Image Was Poor
The Party Line
Praise Us to Whom All Blessings Flow
A Real Good Time
Summon All Those Members
Sweet Are My Doubts
There Is a Green Hill Far Away
There Is Sunstone in the Mail Today
The Times Are A-changing
We Are Church Employees
We Are Spending
We Mormons Wheresoe'er We Roam
We Must Confess
Wedding Song
Where We're Going to Go
Who's on the Lord's Side?
Ye Elders of Israel

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God has called them to the BYU
As professor of religion.
They don't tolerate derision.
They're accepted at the BYU.

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They are holy men.
They are holy.
They are holier than thou.
Do they know?
Do they know,
They're as holy as a sacred cow?

In their callings at the BYU,
Though by liberals they're surrounded,
They think they can't be confounded.
They're protected at the BYU.

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Though professor at the BYU,
They don't transmit information;
They just spark the sweet sensation
That their every anecdote is true.

[Chorus]

They are waiting at the BYU
To forsake Church Education
For a higher ordination
And to sit among a holier few.

[Chorus]

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Who's on the Lord's side, who?
There is a way to tell.
We righteous don't wear beards,
We don't say "damn" or "hell."

We all wear three-piece suits.
We all avoid loud ties.
We speak in lowered tones
And have such lovely wives.

We're on the Lord's side, we.
The truth we must confess:
Just righteous men like us
Are blessed with such success.

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