Do What is Right

(taken from Elena Dorothy LAMBERT MICHIE's History)



"Do What is Right"*

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One time in the spring, my husband [Robert Moroni MICHIE, aka "Rob"] was very ill and had been in bed a week. His mother thought he had typhoid fever, but I thought he had the flu.

Well, this one day he felt quite discouraged for he had so much to do and couldn't do anything. Some of the older children were away to work. He wanted them all to come home and kneel around his bed and pray for him, which we did. We also sent for the Elders to come that night and he was administered to again, and the fever left him that night. His mother was there, so I insisted on her going upstairs to sleep so she wouldn't be disturbed with the babies. (We were then living in a new four-room home and had been for a number of years.)

After the work was done and all [were] to sleep, I sat on the foot of his bed and combed my hair. Everything was perfectly quiet. About two o'clock a.m. he said to me, "Do you hear that music?"

I said, "No. Where is it? What is it?"

He said, "It is a violin playing 'Do What is Right.'"

I said, "Now that we are talking, does it disturb the music?"

He said, "Yes. Now it is in the distance and before it was right here in the wall."

"Let's be quiet," I said, "for the music has come to comfort you in time of need."

In just a few minutes he began to sing and he sang two verses of "Do What is Right" right along with the violin. He also said every note was played distinctly. The music lingered along off and on almost all night.

The next morning when his mother came down, he was asleep. I told her what took place and she broke down and cried. She thought he was going to die. I told her no, he wasn't, he was going to get well, and he did. In a week from then he was out to work. During the meantime, our good neighbors got busy and did some plowing and put in a few acres of wheat.

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The following account of the same incident comes from the history of Robert Moroni MICHIE written by Rob and Lena's daughter, Myrtle.

On one occasion, Father had been very ill for a week. Mother wasn't sure what his trouble was. There were no doctors available. Mother thought it was a real bad attack of grippe. Some thought it was Typhoid Fever. It was not unusual when father contracted a bad cold for a seige of grippe to set in. He would have high fever, splitting headache, backache and [be] sick to the stomach. It would get him down for about three days.

It was spring, plowing and planting time, the time when many things on the farm needed to be done. Father got no better, [he] seemed if anything, to grow worse. The worry because of the neglected farm work didn't help his condition. Mother sent for the Elders to come and administer to him. Meantime she put him in a sweat, the most effective way she knew to break up a fever. At Father's request, she also called all the family to his bedside where they knelt and offered prayer in his behalf.

The Elders had prayer together at Uncle Eph's home before they came. The melting snow had turned the Provo river into a raging torrent. To get to our place on Bench Creek from the Woodland side of the river, where the Elders lived, they had to go two and a half miles up the valley to the only bridge. With no way of traveling, only with horses, it took an hour or more for them to reach our place. When the Elders arrived, they held a prayer circle and administerd to Father. He seemed better when we kids went to bed.

At two o'clock in the morning, Mother said, the fever had left him and as she hadn't combed her hair for three days (hadn't had time), she sat on the foot of his bed combing her hair. All at once Father's face lighted up. He said, "I hear beautiful music. Do you hear it?" Mother said she didn't. Father said it was like someone playing the violin, every note distinct, sweet and clear, [and] that it sounded as though it were in the wall at his right. He said, "It is the music of the song, 'Do What is Right'."

Mother asked, "Does our talking interfere?"

Father answered, "Yes, it makes it sound farther away."

Mother whispered, "Be still and listen. It is heavenly music sent to you to give you comfort and courage in this time or your great need."

After a moment of quiet listening, father began to sing with the music and sang two verses of the song, "Do What is Right," then he fell asleep and slept soundly till late the next morning.

The third day after this he was out plowing.

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Some editorial license was used in telling this story. If you would like to read the unedited version, you may go to Lena's history and Rob's history. ~Venita

Hymns, # 237, "Do What is Right", Anonymous, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints,
©2005, Intellectual Reserve, Inc. All rights reserved.

1. Do what is right; the daydawn is breaking,
Hailing a future of freedom and light.
Angels above us are silent notes taking
Of ev'ry action; then do what is right!
Do what is right; let the consequence follow.
Battle for freedom in spirit and might;
And with stout hearts look ye forth till tomorrow.
God will protect you; then do what is right!

2. Do what is right; the shackles are falling.
Chains of the bondsmen no longer are bright;
Lightened by hope, soon they'll cease to be galling.
Truth goeth onward; then do what is right!
Do what is right; let the consequence follow.
Battle for freedom in spirit and might;
And with stout hearts look ye forth till tomorrow.
God will protect you; then do what is right!

3. Do what is right; be faithful and fearless.
Onward, press onward, the goal is in sight.
Eyes that are wet now, ere long will be tearless.
Blessings await you in doing what's right!
Do what is right; let the consequence follow.
Battle for freedom in spirit and might;
And with stout hearts look ye forth till tomorrow.
God will protect you; then do what is right!


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