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1 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.
2 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.
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.
4 And, Lord, haste the day when our faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trumpet shall sound and the Lord shall descend;
Even so--it is well with my soul.
Amen.
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First Line: | When peace like a river attendeth my way |
Title: | When Peace Like a River Attendeth My Way |
Author: | Horatio Gates Spafford |
Publication Date: | 1937 |