Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
"For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart" Hebrews 4:12
"Why are you cast down O my soul? And why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; For I shall yet praise Him, the help of my countenance and my God." Psalm 42:11A weak attempt in writing a few lines to express my Saviour's sufficiency.
Oh to live in the light of His Glory,
To breathe the air of His grace,
Eat of the bread of His life-giving word,
Health to my bones and strength to my heart,
Tis presence a shade from the scorching heat'
This is how my soul gets refreshed.
Are you burdened and in turmoil?
I give thee a sweet suggestion,
O go to Him weary spirit,
Carry no burden that is heavy
Leave it there at His feet,
For it is Jesus who will refresh thee.
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
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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.
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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!
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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.
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But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!
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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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