Marie Barlow: Music

"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'...

And, Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight! The clouds be rolled back as a scroll! And the trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend! Even so, It Is Well With My Soul!

It Is Well With My Soul, it is well, it is well with my soul!"