by P.P. Bliss

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When Peace, like a Riv- er, At- tendeth My Way,

My Sin Oh, the Bliss of this Glorious Thought

And Lord, Haste the Day When the Faith Shall Be Sight,

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When Sorrows like Sea Bil- lows Roll;

My Sin Not in Part, but the Whole

The Clouds Be Rolled Back as a Scroll,

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What-ever My Lot, Thou Has Taught Me To Say,

Is Nailed to the Cross and I Bear it No More

The Trump Shall Re-sound and the Lord Shall De-scend,

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It Is Well, it Is Well with My Soul.

Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord, O My Soul!

"Even So" it Is Well with My Soul.

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It Is Well with My Soul,

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