When Peace, Like a River Attendeth My Way
When peace, like a river attendeth my way, When sorrows, like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to know, "It is well, it is well with my soul
5. But the Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait, The sky, not the grave, is our goal: Oh, triumph of the angel! oh, voice of the Lord! Blessed hope! Blessed rest of my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, It trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ hath regarded my Helpless estate, And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
5. But the Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait, The sky, not the grave, is our goal: Oh, triumph of the angel! oh, voice of the Lord! Blessed hope! Blessed rest of my soul.
My sin- Oh, the bliss of this glorious thought My sin-not in part, but the Whole Is nailed to His cross; and I bear it no more: Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul.
5. But the Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait, The sky, not the grave, is our goal: Oh, triumph of the angel! oh, voice of the Lord! Blessed hope! Blessed rest of my soul.
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live! If Jordan above me shall roll, No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
5. But the Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait, The sky, not the grave, is our goal: Oh, triumph of the angel! oh, voice of the Lord! Blessed hope! Blessed rest of my soul.
5. But the Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait, The sky, not the grave, is our goal: Oh, triumph of the angel! oh, voice of the Lord! Blessed hope! Blessed rest of my soul.
5. But the Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait, The sky, not the grave, is our goal: Oh, triumph of the angel! oh, voice of the Lord! Blessed hope! Blessed rest of my soul.