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                    soul |  |    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.’
 It
            is well...with my soul...
 It is well, it is well with my soul.
 
             
             Though
            Satan should buffet, if trials should come,let this blessed assurance control,
 that Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
 and has shed His own blood for my soul
 It
            is well....
 
             
             But
            Lord, it’s for You -  for Your coming we wait,the sky, not the grave, is our goal:
 O trump of the  angel! O voice of the Lord!
 Blessed hope! blessed rest of my soul.
 It is well....
 
             
             
            
             
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