Sweet silence

Here I am all alone in the sweet silence. Lord, gird me with gladness that comes from you, a gladness that I can't understand. I'm weary and there is still work to be done, still many bills to be paid.

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.