2002.04.14 2:19 a.m. . . . . . . . +a hymn we should sing more+ . . . . . . . |
It Is Well With My Soul . 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." . It is well (it is well) With my soul (with my soul). 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. . It is well (it is well) With my soul (with my soul). It is well, it is well with 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, O my soul! . It is well (it is well) With my soul (with my soul). It is well, it is well with my soul. . And, Lord, haste the day When my faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll; The trump shall resound, And the Lord shall descend, Even so, it is well with my soul! . It is well (it is well) With my soul (with my soul). It is well, it is well with my soul. . lyric by Horatio Spafford |
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