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DCome, Come ye saints, noA toil nor labor feaGr DBut withEm joyA7 wend your wayD DThough hard to you thisA journey may appeaGr DGrace shallEm be A7as your daDy D‘Tis better far forA us to strive Our uselDess cares from us to driveA A7 D A7 D (add5) Do this and joy your hearts will swell DAll is Emwell, A7All is Dwell!
2.Why should we mourn or think our lot is hard? ‘Tis not so, all is right. Why sould we think to earn a great reward If we now shun the fight? Gird up you 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 a 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 o 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 again To see the Saints their rest obtain Oh, how we’ll make this chorus swell All is well, All is well!