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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, with my soul, |
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It is well, 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 blessed 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, with my soul, |
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It is well, 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, O 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, 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, it is well, with my soul. |
