Come, Come, Ye Saints based on Rom. 8:28
An Introduction will play first, then begin your Psalm.
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
We'll find the place which God for us prepared, In the
day of His rest,
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
Words by William Clayton, 19th cent.
English Folk Song
Page author: Vivian E. Rust, via cgi.org