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When Peace like a River (It Is Well with My Soul)

Author: Horatio G. Spafford Hymnal: Glory to God #840 (2013) Meter: 11.8.11.9 with refrain Scripture: Psalm 103:1-4 First Line: When peace like a river attendeth my way Refrain First Line: It is well with my soul Lyrics: 1 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. Refrain: It is well with my soul; it is well; it is well with my soul. 2 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. [Refrain] 3 He lives: 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 more. Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul! [Refrain] 4 Lord, hasten the day when our faith shall be sight, the clouds be rolled back as a scroll, the trumpet shall sound and the Lord shall descend; even so it is well with my soul. [Refrain] Topics: Atonement; Christ's Return; Grief; Trusting in the Promises of God Languages: English Tune Title: VILLE DU HAVRE

It Is Well with My Soul

Author: Horatio G. Spafford, 1829-1888 Hymnal: Christian Worship #850 (2021) Meter: 11.8.11.9 with refrain Scripture: Psalm 103:1-5 First Line: When peace like a river attendeth my way Lyrics: 1 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. Refrain: It is well with my soul, it is well, it is well with my soul. 2 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. [Refrain] 3 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! [Refrain] 4 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. [Refrain] Topics: Hope and Comfort Languages: English Tune Title: VILLE DU HAVRE

Alleluia (Duncan)

Hymnal: Lift Up Your Hearts #552 (2013) Scripture: Psalms 103-106 First Line: Alleluia! Alleluia! Lyrics: Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Topics: Responses To Prayer; Short refrains; Elements of Worship Praise and Adoration Languages: English Tune Title: ALLELUIA DUNCAN

Alleluia, Alleluia

Hymnal: Lift Up Your Hearts #564 (2013) Scripture: Psalms 103-106 Lyrics: Alleluia, alleluia. Alleluia, alleluia. Alleluia, alleluia. Alleluia, alleluia. Topics: Responses To Prayer; Short refrains; Elements of Worship Praise and Adoration Languages: English Tune Title: ALLELUIA SOUTH AFRICA

I sing the almighty power of God

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Singing the Faith #107 (2011) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 103:2 Topics: The Glory of God In Creation and Providence Languages: English Tune Title: ST. SAVIOUR

We Sing the Mighty Power of God

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: One in Faith #852 (2015) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Scripture: Psalm 103:5-6 First Line: We sing the mighty pow'r of God Lyrics: 1 We sing the mighty pow'r of God That made the mountains rise, That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies. We sing the wisdom that ordained The sun to rule the day; The moon shines full at God's command And all the stars obey! 2 We sing the goodness of the Lord That filled the earth with food; God formed the creatures with the word, And then pronounced them good. Lord, how your wonders are displayed Where'er we turn our eye, If we survey the ground we tread, Or gaze upon the sky! 3 There's not a plant or flow'r below But makes your glories known; And clouds arise and tempests blow, By order from your throne; While all that borrows life from you Is ever in your care. And ev'rywhere that we can be, You, Lord, are present there. Topics: Praise Languages: English Tune Title: MOZART

Psalm 103 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.227 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 First Line: My soul, repeat his praise Lyrics: My soul, repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great, Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. God will not always chide; And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. High as the heav'ns are raised Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed. His power subdues our sins, And his forgiving love Far as the east is from the west Doth all our guilt remove. The pity of the Lord, To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. He knows we are but dust, Scattered with every breath; His anger, like a rising wind, Can send us swift to death. Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower; If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field It withers in an hour. But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Topics: Goodness of God; God mercy and truth; Mercies and truth of God; Mercies common and special; Afflictions gentle; Angels praise the Lord; Compassion of God; God goodness and mercy; God his universal dominion; Mercies spiritual and temporal Languages: English

My soul, repeat his praise

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.CIII.II (1816) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 103:7-14 Lyrics: 7 My soul, repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great, Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 8 God will not always chide; And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our crimes. 9 High as the heav'ns are rais'd Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed. 10 His pow'r subdues our sins, And his forgiving love, Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove. 11 The pity of the Lord To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. 12 He knows we are but dust, Scatter'd with ev'ry braeth: His anger like a rising wind Can send us swift to death. 13 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flow'r! If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 14 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Topics: Abounding Compassion of God Languages: English

Abounding Compassion of GOD; or, Mercy in the midst of Judgement

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #CIIId (1780) Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 First Line: My soul, repeat his praise Lyrics: 1 My soul repeat his praise Whose mercies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 2 God will not always chide; And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. 3 High as the heav'ns are rais'd Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed. 4 His pow'r subdues our sins, And his forgiving love, Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove. 5 The pity of the Lord, To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. 6 He knows we are but dust, Scatter'd with every breath; His anger, like a rising wind, Can send us swift to death. 7 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flow'r; If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 8 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Languages: English

Abounding Compassion of GOD; or, Mercy in the midst of Judgement

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #CIIId (1785) Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 First Line: My soul, repeat his praise Lyrics: 1 My soul, repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 2 GOD will not always chide; And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. 3 High as the heavens are rais'd Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed. 4 His power subdues our sins, And his forgiving love Far as the east is from the west Doth all our guilt remove. 5 The pity of the Lord To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. 6 He knows we are but dust, Scatter'd with every breath: His anger like a rising wind Can send us swift to death. 7 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower! If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 8 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Languages: English