All Well

All Well

No seas again shall sever,

No desert intervene;

No deep and rolling river

Shall roll its tide between.

No bleak cliffs upward tow'ring

Shall bound our eager sight;

No tempest darkly lowering,

Shall warp us in its night.

Love, and unsevered union

Of soul with those we love,

Nearness and glad communion,

Shall be our joy above.

No dread of wasting sickness,

No thought or ache or pain;

No fretting hours of weakness,

Shall mar our peace again.

No death our homes o'ershading,

Shall e'er our harps unstring,

For all is life unfading,

In presence of our King.

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