Sometimes in the early morning, Before the birdlings song, After the mists of deepest night, a dream that has seemed so long, There goes a prayer from a heart sincere
on the swift, strong wings of Love, To God who is ever-present, To God, unchanging Love. And the still, small voice I hear, falling on my listening ear: “All is well my child,
All is well my child, Dwelling in sweetest confidence, Trusting forever, trusting forever, peace be thine, my child. Rest in my love securely, Courage to face the morrow, Joy
is thine today. Quiet now, my child, calm and in truth enduring, Undisturbed and faithful ever; All, all is well. All is well, All is well.