Hymn Selection

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11.8.11.9.


1
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.
2
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.
3
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.
4
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!
Blessèd hope! Blessèd rest of my soul!

H.G. Spafford

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