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Horatio Spafford
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
Though Satan should buffet though trials should come Let this blest assurance control That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate And hath shed His own blood for 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 with my soul It is well it is well with my soul