Today we arrived at our family cabin in Vermont.Â Oh, the peace that I find here. And although I do not depend on this place to give me the peace that I find in Christ, it is here that I find a resting place for my heart. It is here that I can say (in an earthly sense) – It is well with my soul!
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.
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, 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!
Words: HoÂraÂtio G. SpafÂford, 1873.
Tune: Ville du Havre, PhilÂip P. Bliss
Artist – Audrey Assad