When peace, like 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, oh my soul.
And Lord haste the day when my faith shall be sight, the clouds be rolled back like a scroll. The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend, even so, it is well with my soul.
I personally know I have a future in heaven. Come ye blessed, of the Father. My faith looks up to Thee. Now, in our most operatic voice, sing Matthew 25: 34. “Then shall the King say unto them, on His right hand, Come ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world.” I am one of my Father’s bless-ed saints. He loves me even though I have wants and desires in this life.
Do you have the same blessed assurance of your future, as I do? Do you want the blessed assurance? Will you be found “wanting” on Judgement Day?