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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>COME, COME, YE SAINTS</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.” Philippians 4:11</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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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><em>Music:</em> From <em>Sacred Harp</em>, by J. T. White, 1844 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_c_comeyes.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Come, come, ye saints, no toil nor labor fear;<br>
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But with joy, wend your way.<br>
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Though hard to you this journey may appear,<br>
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Grace shall be as your day.<br>
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’Tis better far for us to strive<br>
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Our useless cares from us to drive;<br>
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Do this, and joy your hearts will swell<br>
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All is well! All is well!</p>
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<p>Why should we mourn or think our lot is hard?<br>
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’Tis not so, all is right.<br>
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Why should we think to earn a great reward,<br>
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If we now shun the fight?<br>
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Gird up your loins; fresh courage take;<br>
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Our God will never us forsake,<br>
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And soon we’ll have this tale to tell,<br>
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All is well! All is well!</p>
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<p>We’ll find the place which God for us prepared,<br>
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In His house full of light,<br>
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Where none shall come to hurt or make afraid;<br>
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There the saints will shine bright.<br>
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We’ll make the air with music ring,<br>
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Shout praises to our God and King;<br>
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Above the rest these words we’ll tell,<br>
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All is well! All is well!</p>
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<p>And should we die before our journey’s through,<br>
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Happy day! All is well!<br>
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We then are free from toil and sorrow, too;<br>
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With the just we shall dwell!<br>
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But if our lives are spared again<br>
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To see the saints their rest obtain,<br>
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O how we’ll make this chorus swell,<br>
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All is well! All is well!</p>
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