My hope is built on nothing less Than Je sus' blood and right-eous-ness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly [Omit.

On Christ, the sol id rock, I stand; All other ground is sink-ing sand.

1. WHEN peace, like a riv er, at tend-eth my way, When sorrows,like sea - bil-lows, roll;

What - ev er my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, It is well, it is well with my soul.

2 Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,

That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,

And hath shed His own blood for my soul.-Cнo.
3 My sins-O the bliss of this glorious thought-
My sin-not in part but the whole,

Is nailed to His cross and I bear it no more,

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul.-CHO.

4 And, Lord, haste the day when the 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.-CHO.

H. G. Spafford (

SAFETY AND BLESSEDNESS OF BELIEVERS. NEVER ALONE. P. M.