the clouds be rolled back as a scroll
the trumps 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
when we arrive on eternity's shore
where death is just a memory and tears are no more
we'll enter in as the wedding bells ring
Your bride will come together and sing
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
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