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1834–1863

ALL IS WELL

Helen Mar Johnson

Dark the future yawns before me, Bitter griefs my bosom swell; But a light is breaking o'er me, And a voice — “All, all is well!”

Sad and lone has been my journey, Sad and lone my way must be:— Care and sorrow, pain and sickness, Long have been allotted me.

Sunshine — that o'er youthful bosoms Flings a bright and magic spell, Seldom breaks upon my pathway, Yet I know that all is well!

If the Hand that guides the planets Feeds the ravens when they cry, Can it be that I'm unnoticed By a Father's loving eye?

He has thoughts of mercy toward me, His designs I cannot tell; ‘ Tis enough for me to trust Him, He knows best — and all is well!

Many doubts and many shadows Oft have flitted through my mind, And I've questioned, sadly questioned, But no answer could I find.

Earth was silent to my pleading, Nature taught me to rebel; But when I recall the promise “I am with thee” — all is well!

Many things I can n't unravel; Many winding mazes see; But I'll go with faith unshaken, For the Lord is leading me.

And when beams of endless glory The mysterious clouds dispel, Grateful shall I tell my story, Grateful say that all was well!

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