Eternal truth hath said, 'Tis with the righteous well; What glorious, cheering words are these, Their sweetness who can tell? 'Tis well when joys arise, 'Tis well when sorrows flow, 'Tis well when darkness veils the skies, And dreadful tempests blow. 'Tis well when Jesus calls, Their spirits to the skies, To join the blest from ev'ry clime, The great, the good, the wise.