IF thou shall be in heart a child,
Forgiving, tender, meek, and mild,
Though with light stains of earth defiled,
Oh, soul, it shall be well.
It shall be well with thee indeed,
Whate'er thy race, thy tongue, thy creed ;
Thou shall not lose thy fitting meed.
It shall be surely well.
Not where, nor how, nor when we know,
Nor by what stages thou shall grow ;
We may bul whisper faint and low,
'It shall be surely well.'
It shall be well with thee, oh, soul,
Tho' the heavens wither like a scroll ;
Tho' sun and moon forget to roll,
Oh, soul, it shall be well.
