Come, Come, Ye Saints

Simplified

With conviction

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 strive

Our useless cares from us to drive;

Do this, and joy your hearts will swell—

All is well! All is well!

Words: William Clayton

Music: English folk song

Arr. © 2017 by Intellectual Reserve, Inc. All rights reserved.

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