128. Come, Come, Ye Saints

1 Come, come, ye saints, no toil nor labor fear; But with joy wend your way. Tho' hard to you the journey may appear, Grace shall be as your day. We have a living Lord to guide, And we can trust Him to provide; Do this, and joy your hearts will swell: All is well! All is well!

2 The world of care is with us ev'ry day; Let it not this obscure: Here we can serve the Master on the way, And in Him be secure. Gird up your loins; fresh courage take; Our God will never us forsake; And so our song no fear can quell: All is well! all is well!

3 We'll find the rest which God for us prepared, When at last He will call; Where none will come to hurt or make afraid, He will reign over all. We will make the air with music ring, Shout praises to our God and King; O how we'll make the chorus swell: All is well! all is well!

Text Information
First Line: Come, come, ye saints, no toil nor labor fear
Title: Come, Come, Ye Saints
Author: William Clayton (1846)
Alterer: Joseph F. Green (1960)
Language: English
Publication Date: 1986
Scripture:
Topic: Assurance; Eternal Life; God (3 more...)
Copyright: Copyright 1960, Broadman Press
Tune Information
Name: ALL IS WELL
Key: G Major or modal
Source: Adpt. from J. F. White, The Sacred Harp, 1844



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