All Is Well

From The Sacred Harp (scan of first printing, scroll down to page 122; video from The Sacred Harp, 2006 Cooper Edition printing.
Tune arranged by Jesse T. White, 1844; alto is by Wilson Marion Cooper, 1902
Lyrics at least as early as 1836, in Pious Songs.

What’s this that steals, that steals upon my frame?
Is it death? Is it death?
That soon will quench, will quench this mortal flame?
Is it death? 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! All is well!

Weep not, my friends, my friends, weep not for me,
All is well! All is well!
My sins forgiv’n, forgiv’n, and I am free,
All is well! 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! All is well!

Tune, tune your harps, your harps, ye saints on high,
All is well! All is well!
I too will strike my harp with equal joy,
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!

Hark! hark! my Lord, my Lord and Master’s voice,
Calls away, Calls away!
I soon shall see—enjoy my happy choice,
Why delay, Why delay!
Farewell, my friends, adieu, adieu,
I can no longer stay with you,
My glittering crown appears in view,
All is well! All is well!

Hail! hail! all hail! all hail! ye blood washed throng,
Saved by grace, Saved by grace—
I come to join your rapturous song,
Saved by grace, Saved by grace.
All, all is peace and joy divine,
And heaven and glory now are mine.
Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb!
All is well! All is well!