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When peacelike a river attendeth my way, |
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When sorrows like sea billows role. |
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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, |
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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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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, |
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With my soul. |
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It is well, it is well with 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 truph 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, |
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With my soul. |
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It is well, it is well with my soul. |
