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
And Lord, haste the day when my 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
It is well with my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul
But,Lord, this for Thee, for Thy
coming we wait
The sky, not the grave, is our 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
it is well with my soul
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