622 ~ Come, Come, Ye Saints
Come, come, ye saints, no toil nor labor fear; But with joy wend your way. Though hard to you the journey may appear, Grace shall be as your day. We have a living Lord to guide, And we can trust Him to provide; Do this, and joy your hearts will swell: All is well! All is well!
We'll find the rest which God for us prepared, When at last He will call; Where none will come to hurt or make afraid, He will reign over all. We will make the air with music ring, Shout praise to God our Lord and King: O how we'll make the chorus swell: All is well! All is well!