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!

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!