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What’s this that steals
upon my frame?
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That soon will quench
this mortal flame,
|: 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! :|
Weep not, my friends,
weep not for me,
|: All is well! :|
My sins forgiv’n and I am free,
|: All is well! :|
There’s not a cloud that doth arise,
To hide my Jesus from my eyes.
I soon shall mount the upper skies,
|: All is well! :|
Tune, tune your harps
ye saints on high,
|: All is well! :|
I too will strike my harp with equal joy,
|: 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. :|
Hark! Hark! my Lord
and Master’s voice,
|: Calls away! :|
I soon shall see —
enjoy my happy choice,
|: Why delay? :|
Farewell my friends, adieu, adieu,
I can no longer stay with you,
My glittering crown appears in view,
|: All is well! :|
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Meter:
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8 3 8 3 8 8 8 3 extended
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Dates:
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1842
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ALL IS WELL
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 8 8 8 6
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1844
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