| 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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| 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
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| With my soul
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| It is well
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| It is well
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| 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, O my soul!
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| And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight
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| The clouds be rolled back as a scroll
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| The trump shall re-sound and the Lord shall descend
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| «Even, so,» it is well with my soul
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| It is well
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| With my soul
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| It is well
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| It is well
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| With my soul |