Hymnal: The Christian Hymn Book
Date: 1865
Compiler: Alexander Campbell
Publisher/Printer: Central Book Concern
First Line: What's this that steals upon my frame
Topic: The Present and the Future/Life and Death
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: 8s and 3s
Tune:
Hymn Number: 1084
Page Number: 641, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsWhat's this that steals upon my frame?
Is it death?
That soon will qunch this vital flame?
Is it death?
If this be death. I soon shall be
From every pain and sorrow free,
I shall my Lord in glory see-
All is well!
Weep not, my friend, weep not for me,
All is well;
My sins are 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.
Tune, tune your harps, ye saints in glory,
All is well.
Bright angels have from glory come,
They're round my bed, they're in my room,
They wait to waft my spirit home-
All is well.
Hark, hark, my Lord and Master calls me,
All is well;
I soon shall see his face in glory.
All is well.
Farewell, dear friends, adieu, adieu,
I can no longer stay with you-
My glitt'ring crown appears in view;
All is well.
Hail, hail, all hail, ye blood-washed throng,
Saved by grace;
I've come to join your rapturous song,
Saved by grace.
All, all is peace and joy divine,
All heaven and glory now are mine;
O, hallelujah to the Lamb!
All is well.