When peace, like a river attendeth my way.

When sorrows like sea billions roll;

Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to know

Though Satan should buffet, if trials should come,

Let this blest assurance control.

That christ hath regarded my helpless estate.

And hath shed His own blood for my soul

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, Praised the Lord, O my soul.

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

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.