When peace, like a river, attendant my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say, It is well, it is well, with my soul.
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 trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ has regarded my helpless estate, And he shed His own blood for my soul.
It is well, with my soul, It is well, with my soul, It is well, it is well, with my soul.
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