Dark the future yawns before me,
Bitter griefs my bosom swell;
But a light is breaking o'er me,
And a voice—"All, all is well!"

Sad and lone has been my journey,
Sad and lone my way must be:—
Care and sorrow, pain and sickness,
Long have been allotted me.

Sunshine—that o'er youthful bosoms
Flings a bright and magic spell,
Seldom breaks upon my pathway,
Yet I know that all is well!

If the Hand that guides the planets
Feeds the ravens when they cry,
Can it be that I'm unnoticed
By a Father's loving eye?

He has thoughts of mercy toward me,
His designs I cannot tell;
'Tis enough for me to trust Him,
He knows best—and all is well!

Many doubts and many shadows
Oft have flitted through my mind,
And I've questioned, sadly questioned,
But no answer could I find.

Earth was silent to my pleading,
Nature taught me to rebel;
But when I recall the promise
"I am with thee"—all is well!

Many things I can't unravel;
Many winding mazes see;
But I'll go with faith unshaken,
For the Lord is leading me.

And when beams of endless glory
The mysterious clouds dispel,
Grateful shall I tell my story,
Grateful say that all was well!