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 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
Lt this blest assurance control
That Christ has regarded
My helpless estate
And hath shed His own blood for my soul
And Lord, haste that day
When the 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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