Hymns from the Past

Why am I posted these beautiful Hymns every Sunday morning? I’m glad you asked. I spent a decade in church without hearing any Hymns! These are such a treasure to me now, I use to think they were only for fuddie duddies. Now, in a couple days I’ll be celebrating my second birthday in Christ, the more God grows grace in me, the more modern music is simply not enough. Hymns take the beauty of music and the majesty of scripture, it’s a banquet! God bless friends. 
It is well with my soul

by Horatio Gates Spafford (1828 – 1888)

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,When sorrows like sea billows roll:

Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to know,

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 hath 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 His cross, and I bear it no more,

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O 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.