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PILGRIMAGE |
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!
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William Clayton, 1846 (1814-1879) | Words copyright © 1960 by Broadman Press. All rights reserved. Used by permissiion. |
American Folk Hymn Adapt. from The Sacred Harp, 1844 |