I’LL ask thee a question, O thou who art young,
And trust that the truth thou wilt tell;
Let conscience and heart give the word to thy tongue,
“Is it well with thee, child? Is it well?”
Thou hast health, thou hast strength, thou hast raiment and food;
In a bright happy home thou Bost dwell;
But, though God all thy path with His blessings hath strew’d,
“Is it well with thee, child? Is it well? “
A mother thou hast, always loving and kind,
A father, whom none can excel;
But, though round thy young heart all their love is entwin’d,
“Is it well with thee, child? Is it well?”
Hast thou look’d to the Lord? Hast thou trusted in Him
On whom our just judgment once fell?
If not, though thy mercies run over the brim,
With thy soul, dearest child, ‘tis not well.
Against God, who sent Jesus His Son from above,
Oh, let not thy bosom rebel;
Take refuge in Christ, and repose in His love;
Then ever with thee ‘twill be well.
T.