1
Savior, grant me rest and peace,
Let my troubled dreamings cease;
With the chiming midnight bell,
Teach my heart that “all is well.”
2
I would trust my all with Thee,
All my cares and sorrows flee,
Till the breaking light shall tell
Night is past, and “all is well.”
3
I would seek Thy service, Lord,
Leaning on Thy promiseword;
Let my hourly labors tell
I am Thine, and “all is well.”
Amen.
Lucinda M. Beal Bateman (1877)
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