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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.
It is well with my soul;
It is well, it is well with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And has shed his own blood for my soul.
My sin—O the bliss of this glorious thought!—
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!
O 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.
Horatio G. Spafford, 1828-1888
Tune: It Is Well, Philip P. Bliss, 1876
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This may just be my favourite hymn. :)
I love this hymn. The circumstances around the writing of it are hard to imagine...
Hope you have a lovely week Dorothy!
My Dad often quoted from this hymn and told its story. It always makes me think of him; at his Homegoing Service, a clergy choir sang it and it was marvelous!
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