It Is Well
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way
When sorrows, like sea billows, roll
What ever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
My sin, O the bliss, of this glorious thought.
My sin, not in part, but the whole,
was 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 trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend
Even so, it is well with my soul!
Before the Throne of God Above
Before the throne of God above, I have a strong a perfect plea
A great High Priest whose name is "love", who ever lives and pleads for me.
My name is graven on His hands
My name is written on His heart
I know that while in heaven He stands, no tongue can bid me thence depart.
No tongue can bid me thence depart.
When Satan tempts me to despair,
And tells me of the guilt within
Upward I look and see Him there,
Who made an end to all my sin
Because the sinless savior died
My sinful soul is counted free
For God the just is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me. To look on Him and pardon me.
Behold Him there the risen lamb, my perfect spotless righteousness
The great unchangeable I Am, The King of Glory and of Grace
One with Himself I cannot die, My soul is purchased with His blood;
My life is hid with Christ on high, with Christ my Saviour and my God;
with Christ my Savior and my God.
Praise God on High
Someday our pain will be no more
Someday our tears will fade away
Someday we'll see our Lord and Savior, face to face.
Someday we'll rest, from all our burdens,
Someday we'll see, His smile
Someday he'll look us in the eye, and say, "Welcome home, my child."
Praise God, on high. All that's wrong will be made right.
How we long, for the day, every wounded soul will be made whole.
So lets worship Him with a mighty voice, like we're already with Him in paradise
Praise God, on high, Praise God.
Someday we'll walk beside our Father
Someday we'll rest at his feet
Someday our trials will all be over
We'll be completely free!
Praise God, on high. All that's wrong will be made right.
How we long, for the day, every wounded soul will be made whole.
So lets worship Him with a mighty voice, like we're already with Him in paradise
Praise God, on high, Praise God.
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