1 Beloved, "It is well!"
God’s ways are always right,
And perfect love is o’er them all
Tho’ far above our sight.
2 Beloved, "It is well!"
Tho’ deep and sore the smart,
The hand that wounds knows how to bind
And heal the broken heart.
3 Beloved, "It is well!"
Tho’ sorrow clouds our way,
’Twill only make the joy more dear
That ushers in the day.
4 Beloved, "It is well!"
The path that Jesus trod,
Tho’ rough and strait and dark it be,
Leads home to heav’n and God.
|First Line:||Beloved, "It is well!"|
|Title:||Beloved, "It Is Well!"|
|Author:||George W. Doane (1833)|
|Topic:||Cross and Comfort|