| When peace like a river attendeth my way
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| When sorrows like sea billows roll
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| Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say
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| It is well, it is well with my soul
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| It is well with my soul
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| It is well with my soul
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| My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought
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| My sin, not in part but the whole
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| Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more
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| Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh my soul
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| It is well with my soul
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| It is well with my soul
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| It is well with my soul
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| It is well with my soul
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| And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight
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| The clouds be rolled back as a scroll
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| The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend
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| Even so, it is well with my soul
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| It is well with my soul
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| It is well with my soul
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| It is well with my soul
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| It is well with my soul |