’Tis Well with Me (#79) | William J. Henry, 1911
Where’er my Savior’s hand may lead,
Whate’er my lot may be;
I will not murmur nor repine,
I’ll know ’tis well with me.
Refrain:
Though storms sweep o’er my trembling bark,
And waves around me swell;
Still this my ransomed soul shall sing,
’Tis well with me, ’tis well.
Since Jesus shed His precious blood
That I might ransomed be;
I know He’ll safely keep my soul,
Whate’er befalleth me.
Though friends forsake and I alone
The narrow way pursue;
Thy grace, dear Lord, I only ask,
My courage to renew.
Should earthly treasures fade away,
His promise still I’ll plead;
And trust Him, for I know He will
Supply my every need.
Since I am fully saved from sin,
My joy no tongue can tell;
And all along the way I’ll sing,
’Tis well with me, ’tis well.