Come, Come, Ye Saints

Come, come ye Saints, no toil or 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 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!