It Is Well With My Soul
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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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When peace, like a river,
attendeth 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.
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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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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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For me, be it Christ,
be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine,
for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper
Thy peace to my soul.
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But, Lord, 'tis for Thee,
for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh trump of the angel!
Oh voice of the Lord!
Bless'd hope, bless'd rest
of 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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Horatio Gates Spafford (1873)
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