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Revision as of 19:07, 10 May 2019
Contents
Sheet Music
Tune from Relief Society Song Book, 1919, no. 22
- MIDI
- LilyPond
- Copyright: Public Domain
- Source: Relief Society Song Book, 1919, no. 22
- Contributor: Veramet 06:08, 24 July 2010 (UTC)
External Sheet Music Links
Tunes
- All Is Well, by Unknown Composer—This is said to be an English folk tune.
- Known as Winter Quarters in Latter-day Saints Psalmody, 1889 (no. 327).
- Copyright: public domain
Lyrics
- Poet: William Clayton (1814–1879)
- Copyright: public domain
External Lyrics
- Lyrics from LDS.org (same as from the 1985 LDS hymnal)
Lyrics from Relief Society Song Book, 1919, no. 22
1. Come, come, ye Saints, no toil nor labor fear, But with joy wend your way; Tho’ 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 truth 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— Should 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 thro’, 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; O how we’ll make this chorus swell— All is well! all is well!