All is well.

The song of the righteous is a prayer unto God and today, words of a hymn were a sermon I was having trouble hearing any other way.

A sermon that reminded me to look up and out.

“Come, come, ye Saints, no toil nor labor fear;

But with joy wend your way.

Though hard to you this journey may appear,

Grace shall be as your day.

’Tis better far for us to strive

Our useless cares from us to drive;

Do this, and joy your hearts will swell—

All is well! All is well!

Why should we mourn or think our lot is hard?

’Tis not so; all is right.

Why should we think to earn a great reward

If we now shun the fight?

Gird up your loins; fresh courage take.

Our God will never us forsake;

And soon we’ll have this tale to tell—

All is well! All is well!”

Because of Him-

I don’t fear trial or hard work.

I take courage.

Grace accompanies my every day.

My useless cares are driven away.

My mourning doesn’t last long.

I walk this path with joy.

Because of Him, I will never be forsaken.

All truly is well.