At last all shall be well with those, His own

Whom Christ from sin and Satan has made free;

At last shall come the year of jubilee,

The time of rest, when all their fears are flown.

At last shall come the glory and reward,

When we have stood the world's reproach and loss,

When faith and love have meekly borne the cross,

And the good servants are made like their Lord.

At last the soldier shall receive his crown,

Brought from the field, home to his fatherland;

Forever in a peaceful lot to stand,

His foes all vanquished, and his arms laid down.

At last the water shall be turned to wine,

And all the marriage guests, in bliss above,

The wonders trace of God's redeeming love,

His counsels all fulfilled, and plans divine.

At last, not yet, into the heavenly rest

The Lord shall lead His saints, and give them there,

Made like the angels, angel joys to share,

Ever with Him and with each other blest.

At last, not yet;--O weary heart, be still!

Trust to thy God, thy Saviour, and thy Friend,

Who chastens now, but loves unto the end.

So be it, Lord! good is Thy holy will.