On ev­ery sun­ny mount­ain,
In ev­ery gloomy dell—
Whate’er the robe that wraps the heart,
’Tis with the right­eous well.

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’Tis well, ’tis well,
’Tis with the right­eous well;
In plea­sure’s light, and sor­row’s night,
’Tis with the right­eous well.
’Tis well, ’tis well,
’Tis with the right­eous well;
In plea­sure’s light, and sor­row’s night,
’Tis with the right­eous well.

What words of ho­ly com­fort!
Their sweet­ness who can tell?
Within the vale, and o’er the flood,
’Tis with the right­eous well.

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Tho’ drip­ping clouds may ga­ther,
And grief the bo­som swell,
The trust­ing heart will ev­er sing—
’Tis with the right­eous well.

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And when the strife is ov­er,
And hushed the so­lemn knell,
Within the gates, around the throne,
’Tis with the right­eous well.

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