’Tis Well

On ev­ery sun­ny mount­ain

In ev­ery gloomy dell—

Whate’er the robe that wraps the heart

’Tis with the right­eous well.

’Tis well

’tis well

’Tis with the right­eous well;

In plea­sure’s light

and sor­row’s night

’Tis with the right­eous well.

’Tis well

’tis well

’Tis with the right­eous well;

In plea­sure’s light

and sor­row’s night

’Tis with the right­eous well.

What words of ho­ly com­fort!

Their sweet­ness who can tell?

Within the vale

and o’er the flood

’Tis with the right­eous well.

Tho’ drip­ping clouds may ga­ther

And grief the bo­som swell

The trust­ing heart will ev­er sing—

’Tis with the right­eous well.

And when the strife is ov­er

And hushed the so­lemn knell

Within the gates

around the throne

’Tis with the right­eous well.