when i haven't got the words to say.

two verses of a beautiful old song. whatever my lot, Lord, you have taught me to say, it is well, it is well, with my soul.

"Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blessed assurance control,
For he sees every weakness and knows every fear
and has 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 the cross and i bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh my soul!"

and one to sum up.

"You are my rock in times of trouble,
You lift me up when I fall down.
All through the storm,
Your love is the anchor,
My hope is in You alone"