Thursday, September 29, 2011

it is well

I miss my daughter.


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."

It is well It is well 
With my soul With my soul 
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed his own blood for my soul

My sin, o, 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 trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.


Kelsey said...

I'm sorry, Molly. Praying for you so hard tonight!

haley said...

hey Molly,
I just want you to know that I pray for your day to be one of the better ones whenever I see you at school. I am amazed to see you there smiling and saying "hi" to people. victory

Pipsylou said...

Do you know the back story to this song? I bet you do.

If not:

Justise said...

Praying, praying for your heart so much. "The Lord, your God, is *with* you.."