When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
” We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;” —2 Corinthians 4:8
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
” Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him:” —Job 13:15
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!
” As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us” –Psalm 103:12
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.
“Wherefore comfort one another with these words.” —1 Thessalonians 4:18
