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 Let earth's wide circle round In joyful notes resound, 'May Jesus Christ be praised!' Let air and sea and sky, From depth to height, reply, 'May Jesus Christ be praised!'

Be this, while life is mine, My canticle divine, 'May Jesus Christ be praised!' Be this the eternal song Through all the ages on, 'May Jesus Christ be praised!'

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 hath regarded my helpless estate, And hath shed His own blood for my soul!

My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!— My sin, not in part, but the whole, Is nail'd to His cross, and I bear it no more: Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound, and time shall be no more, And the morning breaks eternal bright and fair; When the saved of earth shall gather over on the other shore, And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there.