IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL

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.

  
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!

Horatio Gates Spafford 1828 - 1888 ( 59 Years )

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