Happy Easter weekend my friends.
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.
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!
My sin, Oh the bliss of the 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, Oh 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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Mmm. I like it.
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