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!