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,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

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

~ Horatio Spafford

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All is well

Photographed by Jennifer Weber at Riverside Cemetery on December 17, 2012

Asheville, North Carolina

I serve a risen Savior! He’s in the world today.

I know that He is living, whatever men may say;

I see His hand of mercy; I hear His voice of cheer -

And just the time I need Him, He’s always near.

He Lives! He Lives! Christ Jesus lives today!

He walks with me and talks with me along life’s narrow way.

He Lives! He Lives! Salvation to impart -

You ask me how I know He lives?

He lives within my heart!

Rejoice, Rejoice, O Christian! Lift up your voice and sing,

Eternal hallelujahs to Jesus Christ the King.

The hope of all who seek Him, the help of all who find -

None other is so loving, so good and kind.

He Lives! He Lives! Christ Jesus lives today!

He walks with me and talks with me along life’s narrow way.

He Lives! He Lives! Salvation to impart -

You ask me how I know He lives?

He lives within my heart!

~ Alfred Henry Ackley

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Risen Indeed ~ The Tomb Is Empty

Photographed by Jennifer Weber at Riverside Cemetery on December 17, 2012

Asheville, North Carolina

My soul in sad exile was out on life's sea,
So burdened with sin and distressed,
Till I heard a sweet voice saying make Me your choice
And I entered the Haven of Rest.

I yielded myself to His tender embrace,
And faith taking hold of the Word,
My fetters fell off, and I anchored my soul
The Haven of Rest is my Lord.

The song of my soul since the Lord made me whole
Has been the old story so blest
Of Jesus, who'll save whosoever will have
A home in the Haven of Rest.

O come to the Savior, He patiently waits
To save by His power divine;
Come anchor your soul in the Haven of Rest,
And say, my Beloved is mine.

I've anchored my soul in the Haven of Rest,
I'll sail the wide seas no more
The tempest may sweep o'er the wild, stormy deep,
In Jesus I'm safe evermore.

~ Henry Lake Gilmour

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I've Anchored My Soul

Photographed by Jennifer Weber at Riverside Cemetery on December 17, 2012

Asheville, North Carolina

Beneath the cross of Jesus I fain would take my stand,
The shadow of a mighty rock within a weary land;
A home within the wilderness, a rest upon the way,
From the burning of the noontide heat, and the burden of the day.

O safe and happy shelter, O refuge tried and sweet,
O trysting place where Heaven’s love and Heaven’s justice meet!
As to the holy patriarch that wondrous dream was given,
So seems my Savior’s cross to me, a ladder up to heaven.

There lies beneath its shadow but on the further side
The darkness of an awful grave that gapes both deep and wide
And there between us stands the cross two arms outstretched to save
A watchman set to guard the way from that eternal grave.

Upon that cross of Jesus mine eye at times can see
The very dying form of One Who suffered there for me;
And from my stricken heart with tears two wonders I confess;
The wonders of redeeming love and my unworthiness.

I take, O cross, thy shadow for my abiding place;
I ask no other sunshine than the sunshine of His face;
Content to let the world go by, to know no gain or loss,
My sinful self my only shame, my glory all the cross.

~ Elizabeth C. Clephane

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Beneath the Cross of Jesus

Grave cross photographed by Jennifer Weber at Riverside Cemetery on December 17, 2012

Asheville, North Carolina

Watching o’er the delicate painted hour

Photographed by Jennifer Weber on at Riverside Cemetery on December 17, 2012

Asheville, North Carolina

Life is but a dream

Photographed by Jennifer Weber at Riverside Cemetery on December 17, 2012

Asheville, North Carolina

HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

~W.B. Yeats (1865-1939)

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The half light

Photographed by Jennifer Weber at Riverside Cemetery on December 17, 2012

Asheville, North Carolina

At last, to be identified!

At last, the lamps upon thy side

The rest of Life to see!

Past Midnight! Past the Morning Star!

Past Sunrise!

Ah, What leagues there were

Between our feet, and Day!

~Emily Dickinson

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Identified

Photographed by Jennifer Weber at Riverside Cemetery on December 17, 2012

Asheville, North Carolina

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me

I once was lost but now I’m found

Was blind but now I see.

’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear

And grace my fears relieved

How precious did that grace appear

The hour I first believed.

My chains are gone! I’ve been set free!

My God, my Savior, has ransomed me

And like a flood His mercy rains

Unending love! Amazing grace.

The Lord has promised good to me

His Word my hope secures

He will my share and portion be

As long as life endures.

My chains are gone! I’ve been set free!

My God, my Savior, has ransomed me

And like a flood His mercy rains

Unending love! Amazing grace!

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow

The sun forbear to shine

But God who called me here below

Will be forever mine

Will be forever mine.

You are forever mine.

~John Newton / Chris Tomlin~

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My chains are gone

Photographed by Jennifer Weber at Riverside Cemetery on December 17, 2012

Asheville, North Carolina

When the harvest has been gathered

And all my work is done

When the last mile is traveled

And I’ve sung my final song

If I’m called to give an answer

At Heaven’s judgment seat

Then let the blood of Calvary speak for me

There may be some friends who’d witness

And speak a word so kind

But their voices would seem feeble

At such an awesome time

But there’s a voice that calls for mercy

Ringing through eternity

Just let the blood of Calvary speak for me

Let it write me down as righteous

Where no righteousness has been

Shielding me from wrath and judgment

As it covers all my sin

There’s no work that I’ve accomplished

Nor my goodness would I plead

Just let the blood of Calvary speak for me

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All because of the cross

Crosses photographed by Jennifer Weber at Riverside Cemetery on December 17, 2012

Asheville, North Carolina

He is our peace.

Photographed by Jennifer Weber at Riverside Cemetery on December 17, 2012

Asheville, North Carolina

Space available! Unfurnished. Quiet gated community.

Photographed by Jennifer Weber at Riverside Cemetery on December 17, 2012

Asheville, North Carolina

A darting fear—a pomp—a tear—

A waking on a morn

To find that what one waked for,

Inhales the different dawn.

~Emily Dickinson

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All is well

Photographed by Jennifer Weber at Riverside Cemetery on December 17, 2012

Asheville, North Carolina

O’Hara

Photographed by Jennifer Weber at Riverside Cemetery on December 17, 2012

Asheville, North Carolina