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.
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
Blessed hope
blessed rest of my soul!
It is well, with my soul
It is well, it is well, with my soul
You are the rock on which I stand
By your grace it is well,
My hope is sure
In Christ my saviour
It is well with my soul
It is well, with my soul
It is well, it is well, with my soul
You are the rock on which I stand
By your grace it is well,
My hope is sure
In Christ my saviour
It is well with my soul
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