An original hymn dedicated to the Willie & Martin handcart companies with text by Mark Fotheringham below. 

Watch on YouTube: Into the Wind (to the Willie & Martin Handcart Companies)

Into the wind, we suffer the more.

To Zion we march, or to heaven’s door.

We stumble and fall; angels attend

To help us rise up and march on again.

No never alone, for God is our guide.

We know inside.

Tattered and torn, our shoes all in shreds.

On sage or in snow, we lay down our heads.

We dig shallow graves, bury our dead,

Then wake the next morn and onward we tread.

Through trial and pain, we hold to the rod,

And thus know God.

All that we have in one little cart,

Together we push; we each do our part.

And somehow our hearts, knit by our chores,

Are strengthened to know we'll see temple doors.

These rags will be white, and none will be sore

Forevermore.