Lyrics Noyana / Come, Come, Ye Saints - BYU Vocal Point

Noyana / Come, Come, Ye Saints

Noyana!
Sikuyo Indlela
Noyana!
Nit hini Phezulu
Come, come, ye saints, nor tiol nor labor fear;
But with joy wend your way.
Though hard to you this journy 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 all your hearts will swell!
All is well!
All is well!
Why should we mourn or think out lot is hard?
'Tis not so, all is right!
(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 we’ll have this tale to tell
All is well!
All is well!
We’ll gind 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!
Sikyuo Indlela Yellizwi Lobomi lkahaya labatu Behlei Ngendwaba
And if we die before our jouney’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 swell
All is well!
All is well!
Noyana Phezulu Noyana
Phezulu Noyana.