Journal January 23


It is Well With My Soul

When peace like a river attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll; whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say “It is well, it is well with my soul.”

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, let this blest assurance control, that Christ has regarded my helpless estate, and has shed his own blood for my soul.

My sin- o the bliss of this glorious thought! – my sin not in part, but the whole, is nailed to the cross and I bear it no moare’ praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh my soul!

O 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.

It is well, it is well with my soul.


Journal January 22


“Turn your eyes upon Jesus. Look full in his wonderful face. And the things of earth will grow strangely dim in the light of his glory and grace.”


Journal January 21


Be Thou My Vision

Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart; naught be all else to me, save that though are thou my best thought by day or by night, waking or sleeping thy presence my light.

Be thou my wisdom and thou my true word; I ever with thee and thou with me Lord; thou my great Father, I thy true son; thou in me dwelling, and I with thee one.

Be thou my battle shield, sword for my fight; be thou my dignity, thou my delight, thou my soul’s shelter, thou my high tower; raise thou me heavenward, o power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise, thou mine inheritance, now and always; thou and thou only, first in my heart, High King of heaven, my treasrue thou art.

High King of heaven, my victory won, may I reach heaven’s joys, O bright heaven’s sun! Heart of my own heart, whatever befall, still be my vision, O Ruler of all.