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313 ~ When Peace, Like a River

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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.

2

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.

3

My sin — O the bliss of this glorious thought! My sin — not in part but the whole, Is nailed to His cross, and I bear it no more; Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

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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.