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1.
When peace like a river attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot Thou hast taught me to say
2.
Thou Satan should buffet, tho' 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 sin - oh, the bliss of this glorious thought
My sin, not in part, but the whole
Is nailed to His Cross, and I bear it no more
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
4.
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
5.
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!
Blessed hope! Blessed rest of my soul!