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.
God's hand of love shall be your guide,
and all your need he will provide;
his power shall every foe dispel,
all is well, all is well!
2 What though the path you tread be rough and steep?
Have no fear, he is near!
His mighty arm unto the end will keep,
soon his call you shall hear.
Then follow on, fresh courage take,
for God his own will ne'er forsake,
his power shall every foe dispel,
All is well! all is well!
3 God has prepared a glorious home above
round his throne, for his own,
where they may rest forever in his love,
toil and tears all unknown.
There they shall sing eternal praise
to him who saved them by his grace;
through heaven's courts the song shall swell,
All is well! all is well!