When peace like a river
Attendeth my way
When sorrow 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
Though Satan should buffet
Though the trials should come
Let this blest assurance control
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate
And hath shed His own blood for my soul
And Lord haste the 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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