Slender
come come ye saints
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Come, come, ye Saints, no toil nor labor fear,
But with joy wend your way;
Tho' 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!
And should we die before our journey's thro', 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
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