Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: What's this that steals that steals upon my frame
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: 8s and 3s
Tune: All Is Well
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 292, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsWhat'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 every pain and sorrow free,
Weep not, my friends; my friends, weep not for me,
All is well, all is well;
My sins are pardoned; pardoned, I am free,
All is well, all is well.
There's not a cloud that doth arise
To hide my Savior from my eyes,
Tune, tune your harps, ye saints in glory,
All is well, all is well;
I will rehearse, rehearse the pleasing story,
All is well, all is well.
Bright angels have from glory come,
They're round my bed, they're in my room.