O my Father, thou that dwellest In the high and glorious place, When shall I regain thy presence And again behold thy face? In thy holy habitation, Did my spirit once reside? In my first primeval childhood Was I nurtured near thy side? For a wise and glorious purpose Thou hast placed me here on earth And withheld the recollection Of my former friends and birth; Yet ofttimes a secret something Whispered, "You're a stranger here," And I felt that I had wandered From a more exalted sphere. I had learned to call thee Father, Thru thy Spirit from on high, But, until the key of knowledge Was restored, I knew not why. In the heav'ns are parents single? No, the thought makes reason stare! Truth is reason; truth eternal Tells me I've a mother there. When I leave this frail existence, When I lay this mortal by, Father, Mother, may I meet you In your royal courts on high? Then, at length, when I've completed All you sent me forth to do, With your mutual approbation Let me come and dwell with you.

-->All is Well (Sacred Harp): What’s this that steals upon my frame? Is it death, is it death? That soon will quench this mortal flame, Is it death, is it death? If this be death, I soon shall be From ev’ry pain and sorrow free. I shall the King of glory see, All is well, all is well. Weep not, my friends, weep not for me, All is well, all is well! My sins forgiv’n and I am free, All is well, all is well! There’s not a cloud that doth arise, To hide my Jesus from my eyes. I soon shall mount the upper skies, All is well, all is well. Tune, tune your harps ye saints on high, All is well, all is well! I too will strike my harp with equal joy, All is well, all is well! Bright angels are from glory come, They’re ’round my bed, they’re in my room, They wait to waft my spirit home, All is well, all is well. Hark! Hark! my Lord and Master’s voice, Calls away, calls away! I soon shall see — enjoy my happy choice, Why delay, why delay? Farewell my friends, adieu, adieu, I can no longer stay with you, My glittering crown appears in view, All is well, all is well! ----- -->Come, Come Ye Saints (Mormon/LDS) 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! We'll find the place which God for us prepared Far away in the West Where none shall come to hurt or make afraid There the Saints will be blessed We'll make the air with music ring Shout praises to our God and King Above the rest these words we'll tell All is well! All is well! And should we die before our journey's through Happy day! All is well! We then are free from toil and sorrow, too With the just we shall dwell! But if our lives are spared again To see the Saints their rest obtain Oh, how we'll make this chorus swell All is well! All is well! Happy day! All is well! All is well!