All Shall Be Well

All shall be well

And all shall be well,

And all manner of thing,

Shall be, shall be well

All manner of thing shall be well

All shall be well

And all shall be well,

And all manner of thing,

Shall be, shall be well

All manner of thing shall be well

Often I wondered why in God's great wisdom

The beginning of sin was not hindered

For then all should have been well

If sin had not been, we should all have been clean,

And like to our Lord as he made us

But Jesus said sin is behovely

And all shall be well

All shall be well

And all shall be well,

And all manner of thing,

Shall be, shall be well

All manner of thing shall be well

For our Lord's passion is comfort to us

And so is His blessed will

And all shall be, all shall be well

And all manner of thing

Shall be well.

If I must label what I believe, I think I could best describe it as the faith of a romantic. By romance I don’t mean sentimentality or foolish optimism, but some idealism, an imaginative perception, a pervading sense of tradition, and a strong sense of the adventure of living.

By tradition I mean a sense of unity, not only with the past, but with those who share the past. Shared achievements, shared misfortune, and above all shared sacrifice nourish the virtues that I consider most important; loyalty, tolerance, and understanding.

I know that my faith receives many pitying smiles from the cynic and the intellectual, yet I know of no other that can help me in what I believe to be my most important task, namely to try to secure that in the second half of our mad century the spiritual stature of mankind will approximate to his material and scientific advances.

David Maxwell Fyfe

Interviewed by Ed Morrow on 'What I believe'