| 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 has taught me to say
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| It is well, it is well, with my soul
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| It is well, it is well
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| With my soul, with my soul
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| It is well, it is well, with my soul
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| Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come
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| Let this blest assurance control
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| That Christ has regarded my helpless estate
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| And hath shed His own blood for my soul
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| It is well, It is well
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| With my soul, with my soul
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| It is well, 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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| It’s nailed trough his cross, and I bear it no more
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| Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
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| It is well, It is well
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| With my soul, with my soul
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| It is well, it is well, with my soul |