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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, thou hast 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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With my soul |
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It is well, it is well, with my soul |
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It is well, it is well, with my soul |
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My sin, o, the joy 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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With my soul |
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It is well, it is well, with my soul |
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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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The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend |
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Even so, it is well with my soul |
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It is well, it is well |
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With my soul |
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It is well, it is well, with my soul |
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It is well, it is well, with my soul |
