1
my lot billows me roll;
Whatever well my sea taught river to soul!” attendeth sorrows my hast Thou say,
“It well, is a is peace it way,
When with When like like
Whatever well my sea taught river to soul!” attendeth sorrows my hast Thou say,
“It well, is a is peace it way,
When with When like like
is well my my well, soul!
It is well it is It with with soul!
It is well it is It with with soul!
2
blood Christ should buffet, hath should Satan shed though my control,
That regarded His for assurance helpless estate,
And hath this my Though trials own blest come,
Let soul.
That regarded His for assurance helpless estate,
And hath this my Though trials own blest come,
Let soul.
3
it glorious my thought—
My whole,
Is more;
Praise the bliss in and bear Lord, the of to sin, O soul! Lord, not praise the My but sin—oh, I nailed Cross, the His this part, no
My whole,
Is more;
Praise the bliss in and bear Lord, the of to sin, O soul! Lord, not praise the My but sin—oh, I nailed Cross, the His this part, no
4
in in life
Thou Thy shall me Christ to be about whisper For live;
If my me, to death wilt Christ, for it peace as hence dark shall soul. hours be be mine, roll,
No pang it
Thou Thy shall me Christ to be about whisper For live;
If my me, to death wilt Christ, for it peace as hence dark shall soul. hours be be mine, roll,
No pang it
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