When peace like a river attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever the lot, Thou has 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, with my soul
It is well, it is well, with my soul
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control.
The Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
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My sin, oh, 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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For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live;
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,
Though will whisper Thy peace to my soul.
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But Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!
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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.
Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all the earth:
Make a loud noise, and rejoice, and sing praise.
