Come, Come Ye Saints

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
 Far away in the West
 Where none shall come to hurt or make afraid
 There the Saints will be blessed
 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
 Oh, how we'll make this chorus swell
 All is well! All is well!
 Happy day! All is well!
 All is well!