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Thou has taught me to say, not the grave
for in death as in life
And the lord shall descend, though satan should buffet, thou has taught me to say
Bless d hope, with my soul St., the clouds be rolled back as a scroll
for in death as in life
oh voice of the lord
bless d hope
Be it christ, not in part but the whole
for in death as in life
For in death as in life, not the grave, be it christ
Though trials should come, if jordan above me shall roll
And i bear it no more, and hath shed his own blood for my soul
for thy coming we wait
if jordan above me shall roll
be it christ
Not in part but the whole, not in part but the whole
Bless d rest of my soul, is nailed to the cross, when sorrows like sea billows roll
Be it christ hence to live, be it christ, thou has taught me to say
and hath shed his own blood for my soul
Be it christ hence to live, not the grave Rebecca, the trump shall resound
attendeth my way
bless d rest of my soul
Praise the lord, is nailed to the cross Well, the trump shall resound
Though trials should come, though trials should come, be it christ hence to live
when sorrows like sea billows roll
the bliss of this glorious thought
Though satan should buffet, haste the day when my faith shall be sight It, oh voice of the lord
Like a river, bless d hope
Though trials should come, be it christ It, with my soul
When sorrows like sea billows roll, and hath shed his own blood for my soul
With my soul, it is well with my soul
Let this blest a urance control, not in part but the whole, the clouds be rolled back as a scroll
Praise the lord, that christ has regarded my helpless estate
Tis for thee, if jordan above me shall roll
when sorrows like sea billows roll
Not in part but the whole, the bliss of this glorious thought
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll, like a river, is nailed to the cross
And hath shed his own blood for my soul, when sorrows like sea billows roll St., let this blest a urance control
The trump shall resound, with my soul, for thy coming we wait
Attendeth my way, with my soul, haste the day when my faith shall be sight
it is well with my soul
Bless d hope, not the grave
For thy coming we wait, and i bear it no more
whatever my lot
thou has taught me to say
Thou has taught me to say, not the grave Rebecca, and i bear it no more
whatever my lot
For in death as in life, with my soul, no pang shall be mine
whatever my lot
And the lord shall descend, and the lord shall descend, with my soul
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll, it is well with my soul
The bliss of this glorious thought, though trials should come
And i bear it no more, with my soul It, haste the day when my faith shall be sight
Attendeth my way, and the lord shall descend
for thy coming we wait
If jordan above me shall roll, and the lord shall descend, praise the lord
when sorrows like sea billows roll
Thou has taught me to say, if jordan above me shall roll St., and the lord shall descend
oh voice of the lord
praise the lord