The Hymnal (RLDS) (1956),
580
Come, come, ye saints, no toil nor labor fear
Come, come, ye saints, no toil nor labor fear
1. 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 striveOur useless cares from us to drive;Do this, and joy your hearts will swell—All is well! All is well!
2. 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!
3. 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 againTo see the saints their rest obtain,Oh, how we’ll make this chorus swell—All is well! All is well!