G D C G Am D G Come, come, ye Saints, no toil nor labor fear; But with joy wend your way G D C G Am D G Though hard to you this journey may appear, Grace shall be as your day. G D7 G D7 ?Tis better far for us to strive Our useless cares from us to drive; G Am D7 G Do this, and joy your hearts will swell? All is well! All is well! G D C G Am D G Why should we mourn or think our lot is hard? ?Tis not so; all is right. G D C G Am D G Why should we think to earn a great reward If we now shun the fight? G D7 G D7 Gird up your loins; fresh courage take. Our God will never us forsake; G Am D7 G And soon we?ll have this tale to tell? All is well! All is well! G D C G Am D G We?ll find the place which God for us prepared,Far away in the West, G D C G Am D G Where none shall come to hurt or make afraid; There the Saints will be blessed. G D7 G D7 We?ll make the air with music ring,Shout praises to our God and King; G Am D7 G Above the rest these words we?ll tell?All is well! All is well! G D C G Am D G And should we die before our journey?s through, Happy day! All is well! G D C G Am D G We then are free from toil and sorrow, too; With the just we shall dwell! G D7 G D7 But if our lives are spared again To see the Saints their rest obtain, G Am D7 G Oh, how we?ll make this chorus swell?All is well! All is well!
