When sorrows like sea billows roll Whatever my lot Thou hast taught me to say It is well, it is well with my soul
CHORUS It is well (it is well) With my soul (with my soul) It is well, it is well with my soul
My sin O the joy 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
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And Lord haste the day when my 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
