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 It is well, it is well; through the storm I am held; It is well, it is well with my soul 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 It is well, it is well; through the storm I am held; It is well, it is well with my soul It is well, it is well; God has won, Christ prevailed; It is well, it is well with 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 It is well, it is well; through the storm I am held; It is well, it is well with my soul It is well, it is well; God has won, Christ prevailed; It is well, it is well with my soul It is well with my soul It is well, it is well with my soul youtube/watch?v=GTmEln60d40
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