The Shunamite's son

1 The child! the child! the kind old prophet said,
Is it well? is it well?
Doth it still live? or is the sweet one dead!
Is it well? in is well?
I fear me by that altered mien,
It is no more as it hath been--
No more among the living seen:
Is it well? is it well?

2 'Tis well, 'tis well, the mother weeping said,
It is well, it is well;
So must it be, to heaven its soul has fled,
It is well, it is well:
But ah! my heart is rent in twain,
What joys to me on earth remain,
Since death my dearest joy hath slain?
It is well, it is well.

3 But from the dead that mother grasped her son,
He arose, he arose;
Sprung forth to life, that cherished, lovely one,
He arose, he arose:
And so shall rise each infant dear,
That parents fondly cherish here;
Before the Lord shall all appear,
All shall rise, all shall rise.

4 What though the dust awhile to dust return,
It is well, it is well:
It is not meet that we should sadly mourn,
It is well, it is well:
The happy spirit, robed in white,
To climes of glory wings its flight,
And there, before the throne of light,
It is well, it is well.

Source: The Minstrel of Zion: a book of religious songs, accompanied with appropriate music, chiefly original #19