"Not Alone" by Minerva Teichert
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!
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Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Pioneer Day 2013 "Happy day ... All is well!"
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