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When peace like a river
Horatio G Spafford
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,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul
When Satan should buffet, when trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And has shed his own blood for my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul
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, oh my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul
For me be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live,
If Jordan above me should roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,
Thou will whisper thy peace to my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul
But Lord 'tis for thee, for thy coming we wait,
The sky not the grave is my goal,
Oh trump of the angel, oh voice of the Lord,
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul
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