Come Come Ye Saints is one of my favorite hymns but yesterday we sang it here in Mbale branch and it was really humbling. Just knowing what their everyday entails and then hearing them sing the song "why should we mourn or think our lot is hard? 'Tis not so; all is right" really put it into perspective. I know this song was about the pioneers but these people and pretty much pioneers in their country- the church has only been in Mbale since 2008. The branch is growing everyday. The missionaries have baptisms every week! It is so cool to be a part of this branch and meet the awesome people working to make it better.
Just in case you don't know the words I've included them- really read the lyrics- if they don't think their "lot is hard" I have no room to ever complain about my life!
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!
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!
'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!
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!
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!
another sad sign at Child of Hope Primary School
"Everything I know I learned on the street"..literally.
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I get warm fuzzy chills every time. Beautiful hymn. Beautiful message. Miss you Lex. You're wonderful!
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