Come, Come Ye Saints

Описание: “Come, Come, Ye Saints” carries the faith of those who kept walking through sorrow and storm, believing that God would meet them at the end of the road. As another storm draws near and Visayas faces its wounds, this hymn speaks of endurance born from trust, of hearts that still say all is well even when the wind breaks around them. It’s the sound of faith that refuses to give up, knowing that God’s mercies are never lost, only waiting to be found after the storm.

Music from English Folk Song
Arr. Michael Bailey

1. Come, come, ye Saints, no toil nor labor fear;
But with joy wend your way.
Though 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!

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

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

4. And should we die before our journey’s through,
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,
Oh, how we’ll make this chorus swell—
All is well! All is well!