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| + | When the great chicargo fire consumed the windy city in 1871, Horracio G. Spafford, an attourney heavely invested in realeastate, lost a fortune. About that time, his only son, age 4, succomb to scarlet fever. Horracio drowned his greif in work, pouring himself into rebuilding the city, and assisting the 100,000 who had been left homeless. In november of 1873 he decided... | ||
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| + | When the great chicargo fire consumed the windy city in 1871, Horracio G. Spafford, an attourney heavely invested in realeastate, lost a fortune. About that time, his only son, age 4, succomb to scarlet fever. Horracio drowned his greif in work, pouring himself into rebuilding the city, and assisting the 100,000 who had been left homeless. In november of 1873 he decided... | ||
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<lyric> 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.? When the great chicargo fire consumed the windy city in 1871, Horracio G. Spafford, an attourney heavely invested in realeastate, lost a fortune. About that time, his only son, age 4, succomb to scarlet fever. Horracio drowned his greif in work, pouring himself into rebuilding the city, and assisting the 100,000 who had been left homeless. In november of 1873 he decided... </lyric>
<lyric> 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.?
When the great chicargo fire consumed the windy city in 1871, Horracio G. Spafford, an attourney heavely invested in realeastate, lost a fortune. About that time, his only son, age 4, succomb to scarlet fever. Horracio drowned his greif in work, pouring himself into rebuilding the city, and assisting the 100,000 who had been left homeless. In november of 1873 he decided... </lyric>
