Lyrics
When peace like a river attendeth my way;
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, You have taught me to say,
'It is well, it is well with my soul'.
My sin, oh, the joy of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part, but the whole;
Is nailed to the cross and I bare it no more!
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord, oh my soul!
It is well with my soul.
It is well, it is well with my soul!
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