Saturday, December 26, 2009

It is well

When peace like a river attendeth my way
when sorrows like sea billows roll
whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say
"it is well, it is well, with my soul"

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come
let this blessed assurance control
that Christ has regarded my helpless estate
and has shed His own blood for my soul

My sin--oh the bliss of this glorious thought
my sin not in part, but the whole
is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more
praise the Lord! praise the Lord oh my soul

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