I have been loving this song lately - expect a tear or two......
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, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
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.
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, with my soul,
It is well, 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, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
1 comment:
I love, love, love this hymn. It is one of my favorites. Have you heard the story behind it? The writer of this song, wrote it after learning that his wife and daughters had just died when the boat they were on sank. Reading the words from that perspective bring me to tears every time.
I was so glad to read your comment on my blog, and then read your blog. Your children are so cute! I am adding you to my bloglines!
Laurel
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