If thy soul is at rest,
and thy spirit smiles in thee!
Though cares sits on thy crest,
And storms refuses to let thy sail be.
All is well with thee!
If thy joy know no bound
Over what, you can't fix
and from thy mouth a praising sound!
Not minding bills unfix!
All is well with thee!
If thy yields is low
Compare to your mountain dreams!
And life seems to crawl
Having rays of dull beams!
But your believe anchors still
And thy hands continues to till.
All is well with thee!
If you believe in Fathers' love
Though there's no food to eat
I mean His undying love
Though you've got no home to live!
Keep trusting a little longer,
for all is well with thee still!
But if thy peace fly to the moon
And in luxury, you stay unlit.
You weep at heart by noon
And finds a seeming void within!
Then all is not well with thee!
