Come, come ye saints - Traditional

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"This hymn text was written by William Clayton, who was inspired by the existing hymn "All Is Well" and his experiences travelling to Utah as one of the Mormon Pioneers. They, the early members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, gathered from around the world and walked across the American plains to find a new home in the West where they could live their religion without persecution. They settled and colonized much of what is now the state of Utah and although the bitter persecution of the past has, for the most part, been replaced with understanding and respect, for members of the Church throughout the world the hymn "Come, Come Ye Saints" continues to represent their heritage of faith and sacrifice."

◈ Genre → Hymnen ♬ Besetzung → SAB ¶ Sprache → Englisch

Stimmen 3

Seiten 4

CPDL Nr. 12156

Bearbeiter Andrew Hawryluk

Veröffentlicht 2006-07-30

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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! We’ll find the place which God for us prepared, In His house full of light, Where none shall come to hurt or make afraid; There the saints will shine bright. 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! 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, O how we’ll make this chorus swell, All is well! All is well!