Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him . . .
—Job 13:15
213 When Peace Like a River
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.
He lives, 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.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trumpet shall sound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
—The Concordia Hymnal (Augsburg Publishing House), 1960.
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