A Song in the Storm

When peace like a river attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea-billions roll,
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say:
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet,
though trails should come,
Let this bleat assurance control,

That Christ bath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed his own blood for my soul.

But Lord, 'tis for thee, for thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
O trump of the angel; O voice of the lord!
Blessed hope, blessed nest of my soul!

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Love this song :)