622 - Come, Come, Ye Saints
Come, come, ye saints, no toil nor labor fear;
But
with joy wend your way.
Though
hard to you the journey may appear,
Grace
shall be as your day.
We
have 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!
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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
praise to God our Lord and King:
O
how we’ll make the chorus swell:
All
is well! All is well!
