Tuesday, December 05, 2006
posted by PabloPabla at 10:33 am


What a Friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and grief to bear!
What a privilege to carry, everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear!
All because we do not carry, everything to God in prayer!

Have we trials and temptations, is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged, take it to the Lord in prayer
Can we find a Friend so faithful, who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness, take it to the Lord in prayer

Are we weak and heavy laden, cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Saviour still our refuge, take it to the Lord in prayer
Do thy friends despise forsake thee? Take it to the Lord in prayer
In his Arms He’ll take and shield thee, Thou wilt find a solace there

- A hymn by Joseph Scriven (1820 - 1886)


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2 comments:


At 11:42 am, Anonymous AC

I like this song. It is a comforting song, reminding us that God is in control. No matter what we have done wrong, our sins have been forgiven. Finally, last verse gives hope of a perfect ending. Every time we sing this in church, tears roll down. Even we musicians cannot finish playing the song some times.

It Is Well With My Soul
Words by Horatio G. Spafford, 1873. Music by Philip P. Bliss, 1876

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, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blessed assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with 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!

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with 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, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

 

At 6:00 pm, Blogger PabloPabla

ac : Both hymns are beautiful!