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Come, come, ye saints,
no toil nor labor fear;
But with joy, wend your way.
Though hard to you
this journey may appear,
Grace shall be as your day.
’Tis better far for us to strive
Our useless cares from us to drive;
Do this, and joy your hearts will swell
All is well! All is well!
Why should we mourn
or think our lot is hard?
’Tis not so, all is right.
Why should we think
to earn a great reward,
If we now shun the fight?
Gird up your loins; fresh courage take;
Our God will never us forsake,
And soon we’ll have this tale to tell,
All is well! All is well!
We’ll find the place
which God for us prepared,
In His house full of light,
Where none shall come
to hurt or make afraid;
There the saints will shine bright.
We’ll make the air with music ring,
Shout praises to our God and King;
Above the rest these words we’ll tell,
All is well! All is well!
And should we die
before our journey’s through,
Happy day! All is well!
We then are free
from toil and sorrow, too;
With the just we shall dwell!
But if our lives are spared again
To see the saints their rest obtain,
O how we’ll make this chorus swell,
All is well! All is well!
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COME COME YE SAINTS
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