What If Across My Weary Feet


What if across my weary feet
The billows of the death stream beat,
Afar I see the em’rald shore,
Where life’s enthroned forever more;
Afar I see the em’rald shore,
Where life’s enthroned forever more.
“All’s right! All’s right!”

What if earth’s songs to me are still,-
Lo! sweeping from yon heav’nly hill,
I hear the harpers loud proclaim
Their anthems to Immanuel’s Name!
What if earth’s songs to me are still,-
Lo! sweeping from yon heav’nly hill,
I hear the harpers loud proclaim
Their anthems to Immanuel’s Name!
“All’s right! All’s right!”

What if beneath the Jordan’s spray,
Mine eyes see not the foaming ray;
I feel the clasp of Jesus’ hand;
I soon shall tread the heav’nly land;
What if beneath the Jordan’s spray,
Mine eyes see not the foaming ray;
I feel the clasp of Jesus’ hand;
I soon shall tread the heav’nly land.
“All’s right! All’s right!”

And, midst the splendors of that clime,
Where bliss abides with love sublime,
I’ll cast my crown at Jesus’ feet,
And this dear truth with joy repeat;
And, midst the splendors of that clime,
Where bliss abides with love sublime,
I’ll cast my crown at Jesus’ feet,
And this dear truth with joy repeat.
“All’s right! All’s right!”