For some reason I just started singing this song this afternoon. It makes me thankful for Young Musicians at GABC. It also makes me thankful for my Granny & Mawmaw, who always played hymns for me. Wow, and the words to this song. Breath taking. I hope that this new generation of children learn these hymns and not just all these 7-11 songs they sing in so many churches these days. I want my kids to be at work when they are 28 and start humming these old hymns we have all grown to cherish.
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.
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.
It is well, it is well with my soul.
It is well with my soul,
it is well, it is well with 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!
It is well, it is well with my soul.
It is well with my soul, it is well, it is well with 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.
It is well, it is well with my soul.
It is well with my soul, it is well,
it is well with my soul.
Abby
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