VERSE # 01:

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 strive,

Our useless cares

From us to drive.

Do this and joy

Your hearts will swell.

All is well!

All is well!



VERSE # 02:

Why should we mourn

Or think our lot is hard?

'Tis not so,

All is right.

Why should we think

To earn a great reward

If 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!"



VERSE # 03:

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!"



VERSE # 04:

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!"