Come Come Ye Saints!..
Lyrique

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 bright
Why 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 of 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,
O how we’ll make this chorus swell...

All is well! All is well!

All is well!..

Interprété par : Mormon Tabernacle Choir
Words by William Clayton (1814-1879)
W. Clayton wrote this song (1846) after receiving word that his wife had given birth to a healthy baby boy.