“Come,Come, Ye Saints,” is a true Mormon hymn.
It speaks directly to our pioneer heritage and the power of facing
adversity. The lyrics were written by William Clayton (1814-1879)
“a member of the first company of Mormon pioneers to face the
westward trek to Utah.” “It holds a
special place in the hearts of all Latter-day Saints, since all members of the
church are the spiritual, if not the literal, descendants of the pioneers whose
devotion is memorialized in the hymn.” Our
Latter-Day Hymns: The Stories and the Messages, Karen Lynn Davidson (1988)
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!
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!
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!
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!
