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What's this that steals upon my frame

Hymnal: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #306 (1854) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1. What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame! Is it death? is it death? That soon will quench, will quench this mortal flame. Is it death? is it death? If this be death, I soon shall be From every pain and sorrow free, I shall the King of glory see. All is well! All is well! 2. Weep not, my friends, my friends weep not for me, All is well! All is well! My sins forgiven, forgiven, and I am free, All is well! All is well! There's not a cloud that doth arise, To hide my Jesus from my eyes, I soon shall mount the upper skies.. All is well! All is well! 3. Tune, tune your harps, your harps, ye saints on high, All is well! All is well! I too will strike my harp with equal joy, All is well! All is well! Bright angels are from glory come, They're round my bed, they're in my room, They wait to waft my spirit home. All is well! All is well! 4. Hark! hark! my Lord, my Lord and Master's voice, Calls away, Calls away! I soon shall see—enjoy my happy choice, Why delay, Why delay! Farewell, my friends, adieu, adieu, I can no longer stay with you, My glittering crown appears in view, All is well! All is well! 5. Hail! hail! all hail! all hail! ye blood washed throng, Saved by grace, Saved by grace— I come to join your rapturous song, Saved by grace, Saved by grace. All, all is peace and joy divine, And heaven and glory now are mine. Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb! All is well! All is well! Languages: English Tune Title: ALL IS WELL

All is well

Hymnal: The Little Seraph #152a (1874) First Line: What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame? Lyrics: 1 What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame? Is it death? is it death? That soon will quench, will quench this vital flame, Is it death? is it death? If this be death, I soon shall be From ev'ry pain and sorrow free, I shall the King of Glory see, All is well, All is well. 2 Weep not, my friends, my friends, weep not for me, All is well. My sins are pardoned, pardoned, I am free, All is well. There's not a cloud that doth arise To hide my Saviour from my eyes, I soon shall mount the upper skies. All is well. 3 Tune, tune your harps, your harps, ye saints in glory, All is well. I will rehearse, rehearse the pleasing story, All is well. Bright angels are from glory come, They're round my bed, they're in my room, They wait to waft my spirit home, All is well. 4 Hark! hark! my Lord, my Lord and Master calls me, All is well. I soon shall see, shall see his face in glory, All is well. Farewell, my friends, adieu, adieu! I can no longer stay with you, My glitt'ring crown appears in view, All is well. Tune Title: [What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame?]

All Is Well

Hymnal: Hymns of Victory #312 (1905) First Line: What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame Refrain First Line: If this be death I soon shall be Languages: English Tune Title: [What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame]