...it is well, with my soul
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come
Let this blessed 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
Was nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more
PRAISE THE LORD, PRAISE THE LORD, O MY SOUL
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