Thursday, January 13, 2011

It is well

Here are the lyrics to one of the best hymns of all time.  My favorite verses are the first and last, but even the ones no one ever sings in church ring with great truth.   

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.

Refrain: It is well with my soul, 
            it is well, it is well with my soul. 

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
lest 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!

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.

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