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<h2>COME, COME, YE SAINTS</h2>
<p align="center"><h3>&#8220;I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.&#8221; Philippians 4:11</h3></p>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_c_l_clayton_w.jpg" alt="William Clayton (1814-1879)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="83.3333333333333" height="121.333333333333"><em>Words:</em> William Clayton, 1846, alt. Clayton wrote this song after receiving word that his wife had given birth to a healthy baby boy.</p>
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<p>Come, come, ye saints, no toil nor labor fear;<br>
But with joy, wend your way.<br>
Though hard to you this journey may appear,<br>
Grace shall be as your day.<br>
&#8217;Tis better far for us to strive<br>
Our useless cares from us to drive;<br>
Do this, and joy your hearts will swell<br>
All is well! All is well!</p>
<p>Why should we mourn or think our lot is hard?<br>
&#8217;Tis not so, all is right.<br>
Why should we think to earn a great reward,<br>
If we now shun the fight?<br>
Gird up your loins; fresh courage take;<br>
Our God will never us forsake,<br>
And soon we&#8217;ll have this tale to tell,<br>
All is well! All is well!</p>
<p>We&#8217;ll find the place which God for us prepared,<br>
In His house full of light,<br>
Where none shall come to hurt or make afraid;<br>
There the saints will shine bright.<br>
We&#8217;ll make the air with music ring,<br>
Shout praises to our God and King;<br>
Above the rest these words we&#8217;ll tell,<br>
All is well! All is well!</p>
<p>And should we die before our journey&#8217;s through,<br>
Happy day! All is well!<br>
We then are free from toil and sorrow, too;<br>
With the just we shall dwell!<br>
But if our lives are spared again<br>
To see the saints their rest obtain,<br>
O how we&#8217;ll make this chorus swell,<br>
All is well! All is well!</p>
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