When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has 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 has 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 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.
It is well!
It is well with my soul!
And a favorite verse to help guide her ~
Thanks, Heather, for being willing to chase down the final bits of light with me,
while enduring hoards of ladybugs :>)
It is a blessing to meet a young woman whose smile comes from the joy and love she has for her Lord. I know His peace and wisdom will guard and guide you on your life's next adventure.