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 rewardIf 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. We'll find the place which God for us prepared,Far away in the West,Where none shall come to 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 we'll tell--All is well! All is well!
4. 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!
Text: William Clayton, 1814-1879Music: English folk song
- Hymn Number
- English folk song
- William Clayton, 1814-1879
- Doctrine and Covenants 61:36-39, Doctrine and Covenants 59:1-4
- 10 6 10 6 8 8 8 6
- Commitment, Courage, Duty, Encouragement, Enduring to the End, Hope, Pioneers, Sacrifice, Trials
- All Is Well
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