Come, Come, Ye Saints

Come, Come, Ye Saints

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!

Come, Come, Ye Saints

Pioneer Children

Love to Sing

And So Do I!

Pioneer Children

Love To Sing

And So Do I!
Pioneer Children Sang as They Walked

Pioneer children sang as they walked and walked and walked and walked.
Pioneer children sang as they walked and walked and walked and walked.
They washed at streams and worked and played.
Sundays they camped and read and prayed.
Week after week, they sang as they walked and walked and walked and walked and walked.

Pioneer Children Sang as They Walked

Little Pioneer Children

Little pioneer children gath’ring

berries for food;
See the pioneer children hunting

chips for wood.
Gladly helping each other, merry

and happy were they,
Walking along, moving along, on their way.

Hear the pioneer children singing

all the day.
See the pioneer children; there’s still

time for play.
Often singing and dancing, merry and

happy were they,
Walking along, moving along, on their way.

Little Pioneer Children

Little pioneer children gath’ring

berries for food;
See the pioneer children hunting

chips for wood.
Gladly helping each other, merry

and happy were they,
Walking along, moving along, on their way.

Hear the pioneer children singing

all the day.
See the pioneer children; there’s still

time for play.
Often singing and dancing, merry and

happy were they,
Walking along, moving along, on their way.

To Be A Pioneer

You don’t have to push a handcart,
Leave your fam’ly dear,
Or walk a thousand miles or more
To be a pioneer!

You do need to have great courage,
Faith to conquer fear,
And work with might for a cause that’s right
To be a pioneer!

To Be A Pioneer

You don’t have to push a handcart,
Leave your fam’ly dear,
Or walk a thousand miles or more
To be a pioneer!

You do need to have great courage,
Faith to conquer fear,
And work with might for a cause that’s right
To be a pioneer!

The OxCart

Here comes the oxcart, oh, how slow!
It’s pulled by an ox, of course, you know.
The wooden wheels creak as they roll along.
Creak, creak, creak, creak is their song

The OxCart

Here comes the oxcart, oh, how slow!
It’s pulled by an ox, of course, you know.
The wooden wheels creak as they roll along.
Creak, creak, creak, creak is their song

The Hand Cart Song

When pioneers moved to the West,
With courage strong they met the test.
They pushed their handcarts all day long,
And as they pushed they sang this song:
For some must push and some must pull,
As we go marching up the hill;
So merrily on our way we go
Until we reach the Valley-o.

The Hand Cart Song

Covered Wagons

Day after day the wagons are rolling.
Onward and westward we ever must roam.

Roll along, roll along, covered wagons!
Take us safely to our new home.

Night after night we sit round the campfire,
Singing the songs that remind us of home.

Roll along, roll along, covered wagons!

Take us safely to our new home.

Someday we’ll reach the land of our dreaming,
Settle and build on some land of our own.

Roll along, roll along, covered wagons!

Take us safely to our new home.

Covered Wagons

Day after day the wagons are rolling.
Onward and westward we ever must roam.

Roll along, roll along, covered wagons!
Take us safely to our new home.

Night after night we sit round the campfire,
Singing the songs that remind us of home.

Roll along, roll along, covered wagons!

Take us safely to our new home.

Someday we’ll reach the land of our dreaming,
Settle and build on some land of our own.

Roll along, roll along, covered wagons!

Take us safely to our new home.