‘Tis Well with Him
“‘Tis well with him.” Our lips can say the words,
The while our hearts are aching for our loss;
Ah, well we know that it is well with him,
But still his going seems a heavy cross.
“Thy will be done,” we force ourselves to say,
And try to mean the sacred, humble plea,
But echoes hollow ring along the way
That once was gay and dear – of memory.
The old word “Mizpah” gains a meaning new.
We say it o’er and o’er and find at last
A hopeful vision bringing comfort true
From out the hallowed pictures of the past.
A dream of meeting him once more, to know
That, after all, the parting was but brief.
“God watch between us,” as the long years go –
The prayer brings healing faith assuaging grief.
“God watch between us,” and “thy will be done,”
We pray more easily, death seems less grim,
And living to grow worthy of our prayer,
Our hearts at length can feel “‘Tis well with him.”