Hymns - What This That Steals - Текст песни

1. What This That Steals, That Steals Upon My Frame?
Is it death? Is it death?
That soon shall quench, shall quench this vital flame?
Is it death? Is it death?
If this be death I soon shall be
From every 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, 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 mine eyes,
I soon shall mount the upper skies,
All is well, all is well.

3. Tune, tune your harps, 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 are from glory come,
They're round my bed, they're in my room,
They wait to waft my spirit home,
All is well, all is well.

4. Hark! Hark! My Lord, my Lord and Master calls me,
All is well, all is well;
I soon shall see, shall see His face in glory,
All is well, 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, all is well.

5. Hail, hail, all hail, all hail, ye blood-washed throng,
Saved by grace, saved by grace;
I've come to join, to join your rapt'rous songs,
Saved by grace, saved by grace;
All, all is peace and joy divine,
And heav'n and glory now are mine,
O hallelujah to the Lamb!
All is well, all is well.