| 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 blest a**urance 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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| 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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| For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
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| If Jordan above me shall roll
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| No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
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| Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul
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| But, Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait
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| The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
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| Oh trump of the angel! |
| Oh voice of the Lord!
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| Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of 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 |