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Verse 1
When pGeace like a river atCtendeth my Gway, When Emsorrows like Asea billows Droll;
WhatGever my Clot, Thou hast Ataught me to Dsay, "IGt is well, iCt is Dwell wiGth my soul."
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GIt is well D It is well
with my soul, G with my soul,
It is Cwell, it is Gwell Dwith myG soul.
Verse 2 Though Satan should buffet, tho' trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ has regarded my helpless estate And hath shed His own blood for my soul. Verse 3 My sin--O, the bliss of this glorious though, 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! Verse 4 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 son"--it is well with my soul.