1 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!"
2 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!"
3 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!"
4 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!"