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Hymn #726: What'S This That Steals Upon My Frame

Hymn #725 Hymn #727

Death, Resurrection, and Eternity

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726 (P.M.)

What's this that steals upon my frame?

Is it death? Is it death?

That soon 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.

Weep not, my friends, weep not for me,

All is well, all is well;

My sins are pardoned, I am free,

All is well, all is well;

There's not a cloud that doth arise

To hide my Saviour from mine eyes,

I soon shall mount the upper skies,

All is well, all is well.

Tune, tune your harps, ye saints in glory,

All is well, all is well;

I will 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.

Hark! Hark! My Lord and Master calls me,

All is well, all is well;

I soon 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.

Hail, hail, all hail, ye blood-washed throng,

Saved by grace, saved by grace;

I've come 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.

Hymn #725 Hymn #727