Beloved, It Is Well
Belovèd, “It is well!”
God’s ways are always right,
And perfect love is o’er them all
Tho’ far above our sight.
God’s ways are always right,
And perfect love is o’er them all
Tho’ far above our sight.
Belovèd, “It is well!”
Tho’ deep and sore the smart,
The hand that wounds knows how to bind
And heal the broken heart.
Tho’ deep and sore the smart,
The hand that wounds knows how to bind
And heal the broken heart.
Belovèd, “It is well!”
Tho’ sorrow clouds our way,
’Twill only make the joy more dear
That ushers in the day.
Tho’ sorrow clouds our way,
’Twill only make the joy more dear
That ushers in the day.
Belovèd, “It is well!”
The path that Jesus trod,
Tho’ rough and strait and dark it be,
Leads home to Heav’n and God.
The path that Jesus trod,
Tho’ rough and strait and dark it be,
Leads home to Heav’n and God.
(Words by George W. Doane)
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