Come come ye saints
No toil nor labor fear
But with joy
wind 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.
To this and joy
your hearts will swell
All is well,
all is well.

Why should be morn
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 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 a place
Which God for us prepared
Far away in the west.
Where none shall come
Who’ll 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 will tell.
All is well,
all is well.