A Clear Sky

A Clear Sky

A clear sky above thee
A night sky beckons me
To recall again
Your name upon my lips

Bright points shining in space
In constellations across the black they race
Beautiful magnificence
Your name upon my lips

Crisp and clear cold nights air
Revives and refreshes all that is fair
Breath taken, life given
Your name upon my lips

Sigh and pain awaken
Sad and lonesome forsaken
Sorrow and anguish billow
Your name upon my lips

Oh the clear sky of night
When you rest within my sight
All sorrow gone, all grief forgotten
Your name upon my lips

A clear sky beckons
For you and for me
To watch and behold God’s vast glory
And in the stars writ our name and our story

It is Well with My Soul

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 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 the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

But Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of 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,
A song in the night, oh my soul!

It is Well with My Soul