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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, You have taught me to say |
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It is well, it is well with my soul |
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It is well, it is well; |
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through the storm I am held; |
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It is well, it is well with 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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It is well, it is well; |
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through the storm I am held; |
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It is well, it is well with my soul |
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It is well, it is well; |
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God has won, Christ prevailed; |
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It is well, it is well with 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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Even so, it is well with my soul |
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It is well with my soul It is well, |
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it is well with my soul |