All’s Right! All’s Right!

What if across my wea­ry feet

The bil­lows of the death-stream beat

Afar I see the em­er­ald shore

Where life’s en­throned for­ev­er­more;

Afar I see the em­er­ald shore

Where life’s en­throned for­ev­er­more.

All’s right! All’s right!

What if earth’s songs to me are still—

Lo! sweep­ing from yon heav’n­ly hill

I hear the harp­ers loud pro­claim

Their an­thems to Im­ma­nu­el’s name!

I hear the harp­ers loud pr­oclaim

Their an­thems to Im­ma­nu­el’s name!

All’s right! All’s right!

What if be­neath the Jor­dan’s spray

Mine eyes see not the foam­ing ray;

I feel the clasp of Je­sus’ hand;

I soon shall tread the heav’n­ly land;

I feel the clasp of Je­sus’ hand;

I soon shall tread the heav’n­ly land.

All’s right! All’s right!

And midst the splen­dors of that clime

Where bliss abides with love sub­lime

I’ll cast my crown at Je­sus’ feet

And this dear truth with joy re­peat;

I’ll cast my crown at Je­sus’ feet

And this dear truth with joy re­peat.

All’s right! All’s right!