The Little Seraph ‎#152a

152a. All is well

1 What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame?
Is it death? is it death?
That soon will quench, will quench this vital flame,
Is it death? is it death?
If this be death, I soon shall be
From ev'ry pain and sorrow free,
I shall the King of Glory see,
All is well, All is well.

2 Weep not, my friends, my friends, weep not for me,
All is well.
My sins are pardoned, pardoned, I am free,
All is well.
There's not a cloud that doth arise
To hide my Saviour from my eyes,
I soon shall mount the upper skies.
All is well.

3 Tune, tune your harps, your harps, ye saints in glory,
All is well.
I will rehearse, rehearse the pleasing story,
All is well.
Bright angels are from glory come,
They're round my bed, they're in my room,
They wait to waft my spirit home,
All is well.

4 Hark! hark! my Lord, my Lord and Master calls me,
All is well.
I soon shall see, shall see his face in glory,
All is well.
Farewell, my friends, adieu, adieu!
I can no longer stay with you,
My glitt'ring crown appears in view,
All is well.

Text Information

• First Line: What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame?
• Title: All is well
• Publication Date: 1874

Tune Information

• Name: [What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame?]
• Key: A Major