It is Well with My Soul
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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.
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It is well with my soul,
it is well,
it is well with my soul.
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Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
let this blest assurance control,
that Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
and hath shed his own blood for my soul.
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It is well with my soul,
it is well,
it is well with my soul.
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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, O my soul!
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It is well with my soul,
it is well,
it is well with my soul.
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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.
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It is well with my soul,
it is well,
it is well with my soul.
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(Take a minute to read the story that led Horatio G. Spafford to write this song, it's worth knowing.)
