When peace like a river attendeth my way,
When sorrows, like sea billows roll;
What ever my lot, Thou hast taught me to know,
“It is well, it is well with my soul.”
It is well,… with my soul…..
It is well, it is well with my soul.
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
Tho’ Satan should buffet, if trails should come,
My sin – oh the bliss of this glorious thought –
My sin – not in part, but the whole,
Is nailed to His cross: and I bear it no more:
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul.
For me be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live!
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul
But Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal:
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope! Blessed rest of my soul.
- 23. NO OTHER PLEA
- 25. NOW I BELONG TO JESUS