William Clayton

Come Come Ye Saints Chords

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Come, come, ye Saints, no toil nor labor fear; But with joy wend your way
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Though hard to you this journey may appear, Grace shall be as your day. 
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?Tis better far for us to strive Our useless cares from us to drive; 
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Do this, and joy your hearts will swell? All is well! All is well!


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Why should we mourn or think our lot is hard? ?Tis not so; all is right.
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Why should we think to earn a great reward If we now shun the fight?
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Gird up your loins; fresh courage take. Our God will never us forsake;
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And soon we?ll have this tale to tell? All is well! All is well!

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We?ll find the place which God for us prepared,Far away in the West,
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Where none shall come to hurt or make afraid; There the Saints will be blessed.
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We?ll make the air with music ring,Shout praises to our God and King;
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Above the rest these words we?ll tell?All is well! All is well!


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And should we die before our journey?s through, Happy day! All is well!
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We then are free from toil and sorrow, too; With the just we shall dwell!
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But if our lives are spared again To see the Saints their rest obtain,
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Oh, how we?ll make this chorus swell?All is well! All is well!