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. It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul. 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.
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