state of the soul

1. my sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!—my sin, not in part but the whole!
2. is nailed to the cross, and i bear it no more,
   praise the Lord, praise the Lord, o my soul!
3. spafford's old words. timeless truth. that Christ hath regarded my helpless estate and hath shed his blood for my soul. how utterly undeserved. how completely liberating.