Come, Come, Ye Saints

1. Come, come, ye Saints, no toil nor labor fear;

But with joy wend your way.

Though hard to this journey may appear,

Grace shall be as your day.

’Tis better far for us strive

Our useless cares from us to drive;

Do this, and joy your hearts will swell—

All is well! All is well!

William Clayton

Old English Tune