1 When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
when sorrows like sea-billows roll;
whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
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It is well with my soul,
it is well, it is well with my soul.
2 Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
let this blest assurance control,
that Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
and has shed his own blood for my soul.
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3 My sin, O, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
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4 But Lord, 'tis for thee, for Thy coming we wait;
the sky, not the grave, is our goal.
O trump of the angel! O voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.
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5 And, Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
the clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
the trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
even so, it is well with my soul.
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