Hymn 238 — When peace like a river attendeth my way,
| 238 | H. G. SPAFFORD | 11.8.11.9. |
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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. | |
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Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate, And hath shed His own blood for my soul. | |
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My sins -- O the bliss of this glorious thought -- My sins -- not in part but the whole -- Were borne on the cross, and are gone evermore. Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul! | |
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O Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait, The sky, not the grave, is our goal. O voice of archangel! O trumpet of God! Blessed hope! blessed rest of my soul! | |