When peace like a river, attendeth my way / When sorrow like sea billows roll / Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say / It is well, it is well, with my soul. — Horatio Spafford Copy Share Image
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! — Horatio Spafford Copy Share Image
When peace like a river, attendeth my way / When sorrow like sea billows roll / Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to… — Horatio Spafford Copy Share Image
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought! My sin, not in part but the whole, Is nailed to the cross, and I… — Horatio Spafford Copy Share Image
