Tho' Satan should buffet Tho' 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 O the bliss Of this glorious tho't 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
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