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Yeah, a little.

The Russians come into our house all the time.

You can't stay there.

And how do we know we can trust you?

You don't.

You know it's a death sentence if you shelter

a German soldier?

I know.

When the Reich recaptures Bucharest,

which it will surely do,

I'll never do for you what you are doing for us.

I will protect you from the Russians.

I can't protect you from the wrath of God.

Why?

Why you would risk your life for a German soldier?

My name is Sabina Wurmbrand.

I am a pastor's wife,

and that is the very, very last thing

I ever thought I would be.

I once was Sabina Oster.

"Bincea," they called me.

The entire college syllabus?

The whole thing?

Of course! I study everything the boys study.

Not physics.

You don't study physics.

Uncle Jacob!

Yes, physics, math, and chemistry!

Hmm. Well, good for you.

I'm proud of you.

Why shouldn't I?

Sorbonne isn't known for Pierre

nearly so much as for Marie.

Marie?

Madame Marie Curie? Nobel Prize winner?

She is from Sorbonne?

Oh, Uncle!

You should get out more.

You should visit Paris.

I could show you everything.

Do you wish to be Marie Curie?

Of course not.

I want her to wish to be me!

Is that all?

I want the same things every girl wants...

and then a little bit more.

I have to make a stop.

I want you to meet someone.

Who?

He's every bit as ambitious as you.

Oh!

But first, I want to drive your car.

What?!

- Yes? - No, no.

Please?

- No. - Please?

- Impossible. - Please, please, please...

I said no, no, no, no...

Richard!

Jacob?

What are you doing here?

May we come up?

Yeah, of course.

Who is this?

She is my niece, Sabina Oster.

Sabina,

this is Richard Wurmbrand,

a rising star at the brokerage.

The first time I ever laid eyes on Richard Wurmbrand,

I was not impressed.

He appeared to me brooding, entitled, and pampered.

You let her drive your car?

Didn't really have much of a choice.

I'm terribly sorry for my countenance.

I thought you were someone else.

Who did you think I was?

Well,

it's my mother...

Oh, you thought I was your mother?!

No, of course not.

My mother is nagging me to get married.

She's even picked out the girl.

Oh, she picked the girl?

How thoughtful of her.

She's selected an heiress, actually.

Comes with a business,

two homes, and one million in dowry.

That sounds very nice for you.

It does.

I mean, it would.

I have no problem with the business part

or the inheritance.

It's the girl I don't like.

My mother thinks

this is the quickest way for us all to be rich.

And what do you think?

What do I think?

I think my mother should ask me that question.

It's not that I was desperate for love.

In fact, I'd been dating a boy at Sorbonne.

I had not told my family about my love life at school.

So far as they knew,

I was still living the life of straight-laced, moral purity

as imposed on me by my parents.

If they only knew!

So, tell me about your heiress.

My mother's heiress, you mean.

Well,

if you're to be married...

and all that money.

The thought occurs to me that

if I could find a girl like you,

I wouldn't care about the cash.

Never underestimate the cash.

I'm going to go for a walk.

Your mother's gonna kill me.

Hey, Richard! Our table is over there!

Hey, your turn. We saved you a space.

No, no, no! You're not going to just sit there tonight.

Fine.

We will dance, and you can drink.

With Richard, I saw a path

to realize everything I'd dreamed of in life.

He was handsome.

He made great money.

And he spent plenty of that money on me.

Your steps are a bit blurry.

So is my vision.

I'm not an easy person, you know.

Easy is so boring.

You'd suffer a lot with me.

And laugh a lot.

So, you'll have me, then?

I knew then and there,

Sorbonne would have to wait.

With this cup,

I make a covenant with you.

Before God and these witnesses,

you are now man and wife!

It was perfect, my darling.

You look so beautiful.

Well done, Son.

Thank you, Father.

First one kissed, first one married.

Well, first one married, anyway.

Congratulations, Richard.

You've officially taken the plunge.

And so religious.

Does the Rabbi even know you're atheists?

Never said a word about it.

So, your mother's happy?

I think she's still holding out for the rich girl.

She'll always blame you, you know.

Really?

In this case, may I have a glass?

A big one.

Hey!

Hey!

Did you really think you could hide from me all day long?

I wasn't hiding.

Well, good, because I want a hug from you.

That's not a good enough hug.

I want a real hug.

Okay, fine! A big hug.

A big hug.

You know, there's cake.

Have we pleased them all?

My parents got their rabbi,

my sisters got their music,

and my brother got his cake.

What more could they want?

Well,

I want another drink.

In those days, we cared little about God,

nor very much about other people.

We didn't want children.

We wanted pleasure.

What does this have to do with us?

Everything.

Without Richard in my life, you certainly wouldn't be.

We don't need your love stories.

We need a way out of here.

Let her talk.

Were you happy?

Was the marriage a happy one?

We were happy.

At least, we thought we were.

Close enough, or should I walk you home from here?

I'd accept if you could walk straight!

Well, if you ever...

if you ever need a...

if you ever need a...

Go, go!

Drive safely!

Only a year into our marriage, Richard started coughing.

My goodness! Are you gagging?

Not gagging.

It's just a little tickle.

What are you doing?

Calling the doctor.

I don't need a doctor. I'm fine.

I'll rest a couple of days.

One to Săcele, please.

Thank you.

TB was common in those days.

Very often, it was lethal.

Richard was diagnosed and sent to a sanitorium

in the mountains.

With total rest, fresh air, and lots of sunshine,

he had a chance.

The doctor said, 50/50.

Are you ready for this?

Well, are you ready?

For you to die? No!

Are you ready to stay with your mother?

You may have the harder ordeal.

It's not funny. You're not funny.

You'll survive.

I'll visit as soon as I can get a day off work.

Don't forget about me.

I'll try not to.

Thank you.

You're Wurmbrand?

Yes, I'm Richard Wurmbrand.

You look worse than my last patient.

Well, I'm...

Stop it!

Do not cough on me.

Not near me.

Never when I am in this room.

What is this?

A book.

Nati gave it to me.

No reading.

I told you once already.

Only rest.

I said, lights out!

One, please, to Săcele.

Round trip, same day.

Mr. Wurmbrand, you have a visitor.

Send him away.

I'm far too busy for visitors today.

You are overdressed.

Marie, did you not send my wife the dress code here?

You look like an angel.

And you look like an Olympian.

I brought you...

this.

I thought it would either help you think

or help you sleep.

You're not supposed to be reading.

You're to be resting.

It's okay, Marie. This is Marx,

and his theories of the "opium of the people."

What theories?

Well, Marx says,

"the abolition of religion is the requisite

for real happiness."

Well, then,

that means we should be quite happy.

Marx never found happiness.

I'm not sure he is the one to listen to.

How are you feeling?

Have you been resting?

I feel that for the first time in my life,

I'm resting.

Are you terribly bored?

I've been thinking.

About what?

About my life.

About all the people I've harmed.

My mother, and...

many girls you don't even know about.

Don't worry about it.

I've also lived such a life.

This is youth.

And when we get home, we'll have fun again.

Maybe.

Darling, you have TB, not mental illness.

We're going to be fine.

I've been thinking again about children.

Children?

Richard,

you should lie down.

I'm -- I'm sorry.

If we had children,

how would we raise them?

What morals would we teach them?

What morals do we have for our own lives?

Take this with you.

Look at it on the train.

"The Brothers Ratisbonne?"

A Christian book?

Why are you reading this, Richard?!

I will not read these lies!

I may not survive this illness.

It's 50/50.

But if I do, I don't want to waste my life.

Our life.

Not any longer. Not one day.

Waste?

We are not wasting our lives, Richard!

I don't know what to even say to you.

Say you love me, and that you'll be back in two weeks.

I love you.

I know that book.

My father used to read it.

That book is banned, you know.

Have you read it?

Of course not. It's banned.

Finally, when winter returned,

Richard began to get some of his strength back,

and they let him out for short walks.

Hello, Niculai.

You are dead, and so shall be I.

The snow will fall on us both while the living carry on,

and we shall not exist.

After a while, nobody will remember us.

What is the use, Niculai?

What is the point of any of this?

Richard was still convinced that there was no God,

but had begun wishing it was otherwise.

He wanted there to be a reason for existing.

God,

I'm certain you don't exist, but if you do,

it's your job to reveal yourself to me.

So, your husband got sick and began talking to dead people.

Is there a point in all this?

My country was getting sick, too,

right at the same time.

The Legionnaires promised a fascist utopia.

Their leader was Corneliu Codreanu.

He went from village to village, making Hitler proud.

Look, a horse!

I know that man.

Go home!

You don't speak for Romania!

I love that horse!

By our blood,

we cement

the future of Legionary Romania.

Each of you

must be ready

to both give

and embrace death.

The Archangel Michael comes not with a sickle,

but with a sword!

Have we lost our minds?

Calm down.

Ready to give and embrace death?

This is crazy.

If you are not with us,

you are against us.

Let him go.

There is no victory without bloodshed.

Come on, Richard.

You've been here plenty long enough.

Coming.

You know,

I'm going to miss you.

Truly.

Richard, time to go.

Oh!

I'll go fetch your release papers.

It should only take a few minutes.

Come on.

Walk with me down to the pond.

"Won't be long," she says.

It has already been

a very long time.

Yes, it has.

But also, a good time.

Time to think.

A time to consider Jesus.

Don't say that name.

I remember hearing of Jews who chose to murder

their children and commit suicide

to avoid converting to Christianity.

That doesn't enhance my respect for those Jews.

Richard!

I was mocked when I was a girl.

"Dirty little Jewess!" they shouted at me.

If that is Christianity, we want nothing to do with it!

If that's Christianity, nobody should want anything

to do with it.

I've been comparing Jesus' life with mine.

There's nothing to compare.

His outlook was so pure,

and mine, so tainted.

Your outlook is fine.

His nature, so selfless.

Mine, so greedy.

Richard! You are starting to sound like a convert.

I've long been an atheist, my love.

But a universe with no creator

cannot compare to the thought of a God who

speaks and listens.

Okay!

The demands of Christianity are too extreme.

They are impossible to fulfill!

The Bible says that he who says he is Christ's must also

live as Jesus lived. But is that possible?

It's like asking a wolf to live like a lamb, and then

condemning it for all eternity for not succeeding.

Since I have not been Christ through all eternity --

I was not born of a virgin!

Since I have no clear perception of

spiritual realities, nor do I have His mind,

how should I be able to live as He did?

Only a very proud person could imagine himself capable

of living like Jesus.

The commandment to live like Jesus,

like all the commandments in the Bible,

it reveals to us the depth of our sinfulness --

our deep need for a savior.

No, Isaac, no!

I do not want a Jesus who has been calculated,

explained, and believed in. I want the real Jesus.

Is that such an impossible ideal?

Richard!

You're a smart guy.

Smarter than me.

I cannot talk you into faith.

Come tonight.

Come to the prayer meeting.

See if the real Jesus reveals Himself to you.

[SINGING] It is well

(It is well)

With my soul

(With my soul)

It is well, it is well with my soul.

It is well

(It is well)

With my soul

(With my soul)

It is well, it is well with my soul.

So, then,

who can find God?

Anyone who seeks him.

Jesus taught his disciples

that everyone who asks, receives,

and he that seeks, finds. To him that knocks,

the door shall be opened.

Who can find God?

Everyone can.

That's God's promise.

Everyone. No exceptions.

Let's pray on that.

[SINGING] Be still, my soul, the Lord is on thy side

Bear patiently, the cross of grief or pain

Leave to thy God, to order and provide

In every change, He faithful will remain

Be still, my soul, when change and tears are past

All safe and blessed, we shall meet at last

Richard said

he was involuntarily lifted up by the Spirit,

astonished to hear himself praying aloud

at a public gathering.

Words, he said, that sprang from the depths of his soul.

Where have you been?

Your dinner is cold.

I've done it.

I've surrendered my heart to Christ!

And it's a beautiful thing.

And now,

all that's left to do is to be baptized!

In baptism,

we renounce our sin.

We proclaim our belief in God

and commit ourselves to Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior.

Richard,

is this your own proclamation?

Yes, truly, with all my heart.

If Richard was going to make a horrible decision,

so would I.

Richard Wurmbrand,

I baptize you in the name of the Father...

If we couldn't have the life I wanted,

and of the Son...

...then we wouldn't have life at all.

...and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

And when Richard found my body,

he would realize how destructive

this faith of his was.

Obviously, you didn't kill yourself.

Obviously.

But then I had a thought.

What if he's right?

What if there is a God?

Or worse, a hell?

Or what if he went out, found a new wife,

and forgot all about me?

Help me understand.

What are you reading?

"If your enemy is hungry,

give him bread to eat.

If he's thirsty,

give him water to drink."

That's ridiculous.

The heart of the gospel is forgiveness.

For us to forgive others in the same way

God has forgiven us.

Is that so bad?

What a waste of time, these movies.

This time, we recognize that there is a plague here,

a plague that threatens the health of the Aryan peoples.

Thank you, darling.

For what?

For this.

For skipping church for once.

For "Gone with the Wind."

Or "Of Mice and Men?"

"Gambling with Souls." Two, please.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You know, I have a soft spot in my heart

for attractive girls like you in distress.

I have more money than I know what to do with,

and how better could I spend it than by making you happy?

Would a thousand dollars help you?

Oh, it certainly would.

I always loved movies.

I have considerable cash in my apartment.

But I never calculated the moral influence

they had over me.

Would you care to stop by for a few minutes

on your way home?

I can let you have the money tonight.

The Nazi propaganda films were surely filled with lies.

But nobody seemed to question their statistics.

In 1932, the Jews, who only made up one percent

of the world's population, accounted for 34 percent

of the world's dope peddlers,

47 percent of robberies,

47 percent of crooked games of chance,

82 percent of international crime organizations,

and 98 percent of dealers in prostitution.

The Hollywood movies I loved were filled with lies

of a different kind.

Nobody questioned them, either.

Nobody, except my husband.

So, did you like it?

Of course.

Me too.

Now,

go home and go to bed.

I want to find a girl to take to a hotel.

What did you say?

It's pretty simple.

You go home.

I think I want to find a girl to take to a hotel.

Richard! How can you even say that?

But you made me go to the movie

and you saw what the hero did.

Why shouldn't I do the same thing?

And if we go tomorrow and the next day

to movies like those...

I'm just making a point.

Every man becomes what he looks at.

If you want me to be a good husband,

come to church with me sometimes.

Morning.

I'm sorry.

I wasn't aware we were meeting.

No, you weren't.

And you are?

Corneliu Zelea Codreanu.

Legionnaires.

Perhaps you've heard of us?

I'm sorry, Jacob. We're making a move.

Couldn't be avoided.

A move?

What are you talking about?

We've agreed to a merger.

With the Germans?

I'm Romanian, actually.

And the new director.

We've had a slight change in executive policy.

Jacob,

we had no choice.

No Jews.

What?

It's not complicated, is it?

No Jews.

Leave now and we won't follow you home.

Just like that?

You can't--

We can make this very personal.

Have you seen the work of the Iron Guard?

The Iron Guard, as the Legionnaires were called,

were taking over Romania.

They were conscripting members, taking businesses,

and terrorizing Jews.

One Sunday evening we were invited

to attend a big party.

I begged Richard to let us go.

At least pretend to have fun, Richard.

We haven't seen Andrei and Alexandra for ages.

Hello!

Darling!

Oh my God, I love your dress. - Thank you.

You should be able to capture a man's imagination in that!

Take this, darling.

Take...

Okay... come, come, come!

So, I didn't expect you to show up tonight.

This isn't exactly church.

Here it is! Come on!

I propose a toast.

And one for you...

To friends!

To the future!

Sorry!

Come on.

Secrets!

I was wondering, what do you think about that

blonde over there?

The blonde? - Yeah, the blonde one.

I'll go to speak with her. Wish me luck.

It's kind of loud in here.

Maybe we shouldn't stay too long.

Relax, we've just gotten here.

It would be rude to leave so soon.

Let's go.

I want to go now.

But there's so much of the night left to enjoy.

Okay, okay.

I'm ready.

Take me to the pastor's house.

Get me baptized.

It'll be like taking a bath after all this filth.

Sabina, you've waited this long.

You can wait until morning.

Let the poor pastor sleep!

Are you afraid?

"Do not be afraid, for I am with you."

Genesis 26.

"Do not be afraid or discouraged."

Deuteronomy 1.

"Do not be afraid of them."

Joshua 8.

I am.

I'm kind of afraid.

I'm collecting all the verses in the Bible that tell us

not to be afraid.

I think I might need to lean on all of them.

Read me some more.

"Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing?

And one of them shall not fall on the ground

without your Father.

But the very hairs of your head are numbered.

Fear ye not therefore,

ye are of more value than many sparrows."

One, two...

If they are coming, then they are coming.

Let's not think of them as enemies to be feared,

but rather as a mission.

They are asking to see IDs.

All our lives, Romanian.

Now we are Jews only.

Christian, really.

Perhaps we should get out if we still can.

Run away?

If we stay,

I'll follow the others into prison.

It will be the end of our life together.

I'll be tortured,

perhaps killed.

"Whosoever will save his life shall lose it,

and whosoever will lose his life for my sake

shall find it."

We believe this, or we don't.

I think we have to stay.

We have a job to do.

By 1940, we had a new baby, Mihai.

And a new Prime Minister:

Major Ion Antonescu.

Under him, new waves of persecution were unleashed

on the Jews.

So, we set out to meet our neighbors,

to try to make new friends.

Who is it? What? What? Who are you?

Your neighbors just across the street.

I'm Richard Wurmbrand. This is my wife, Sabina,

and our baby, Mihai.

Are you selling something or what?

No. We're just out to get to know people.

We brought you this.

Relations in our new neighborhood were

tense at first,

but people often warmed up

when we actually met them face to face,

when we showed them some kindness.

What?

My name is Richard Wurmbrand.

This is my wife, Sabina, and our baby, Mihai.

We're your neighbors just across the street.

Jewish?

Well, Christian now.

How convenient.

You don't like Jewish people?

They're useless.

They take, but they don't contribute.

No, I don't like Jewish people!

That's a nice sewing machine.

What make is it?

Ah, it's a Singer!

Hold on...

wasn't that invented by a Jew?

I guess if you think the Jews are so useless,

you'd better get rid of it.

What do you want?

You want to do my sewing?

Just to say hello and--

We brought you some jam.

Don't tell me a Jew invented jam.

I don't know.

But it's good, whoever invented it.

What?! What?

Pie?

We don't like pie.

Some were harder to break than others.

What?! What? What?

No, no, no -- we don't eat.

We are fasting.

It's strawberry.

I hope you like it.

You are persistent, I'll give you that.

Don't you like jam?

I love jam, yeah. Thank you, and

I'm sorry I smashed it last time.

I was arguing with Ana, and I...

Ana! Come out here and meet our neighbors.

Isn't he adorable?

I hope so. He looks like me!

Hey!

You got the jam, too?

And then Richard became a pastor.

Lutheran.

We devoted our lives to loving people.

We made many new friends, shared Christ with everyone,

and found much happiness.

But outside,

all hell was raging.

In 1940,

Romania formally announced that its foreign policy

was now to be determined by Hitler's new European order.

Within a year,

over one-third of Romania's Jewish population

were massacred.

In the northern city of Iasi,

11,000 Jews were killed in one day.

We heard of seven girls

who had survived the massacre up in Iasi.

We were trying to get them to safety.

Jews were not permitted to travel anywhere in Romania,

and Iasi is hundreds of miles from Bucharest,

but we had a plan:

to have the girls "arrested" by our friends

in the Romanian police,

then transported to the capital for trial--

before which they would mysteriously disappear.

Be sure they don't miss their trial.

I'll do my best.

We found ways wherever we could to

shelter the innocent,

but so many people refused to get involved,

allowing thousands who might have been saved to perish.

Involvement, however,

came with a price.

Thank you.

One morning, I was arrested.

I didn't know at that moment that Richard had been

taken as well.

I wondered,

were they going to shoot me?

Was I to die without warning in the darkness?

They wanted me to write something that could be used

against Richard.

So, I wrote.

I had memorized many Psalms.

Psalm 1 seemed as good a choice as any.

Sabina!

Richard!

Where is Mihai?

Alice was there--

Be quiet! No talking.

Was it terrible?

There was pain.

I will not lie to you.

I am sorry.

I'm thankful to be among the beaten,

through His grace,

and not among those who beat.

Later we learned that we were only one hour

from being executed.

But God intervened,

along with some very dear friends.

Case dismissed. Recess, one hour.

Under the Nazis, Richard was arrested three times.

Myself, twice.

Each time we were beaten,

and each time our friends intervened on our behalf.

But the rest of my family was not so fortunate.

There was no one to intervene for them.

My parents were taken,

and my sisters,

my little brother,

my Uncle Jacob--

all sent to the camp at Transnistria.

None of them ever came back.

The S.S. came looking for you today.

I'm not hiding.

Maybe you should.

Couldn't you leave?

We want to meet them,

to share Christ with them.

Many are hungry to hear it.

And many more would send you to the gas chambers.

One of them has just moved in with me.

Well, I hope you're offering him your best wine.

I knew him before, but

he's changed.

Now he's an absolute brute.

He brags about how he killed Jews.

He calls himself Borila the Butcher.

Where?

Where what?

Where did he kill Jews?

Ukrainian border.

Transnistria, I think.

Transnistria?

You're looking for Mihnea?

Yes, I am.

Richard Wurmbrand.

Borila.

And you live here now?

Not for long.

Come on. Mihnea's in the can.

Wurmbrand.

Sounds German.

I knew it.

You Germans should give me a medal!

I've killed more Jews than Rommel did.

I am home because we were all out of Jews to kill.

I am not afraid for those Jews.

God will surely compensate them for

what they've suffered.

But I'm anguished when I think about

what will happen to their murderers

when they stand before God's judgment seat.

Murderers?

Well, look who's here.

Telling him your war stories, were you?

Do you suppose half of them are true?

All of them are true!

And many more you've never heard.

And the more you drink,

the more the story grows.

Tell Richard what it was like to be stationed in

the Soviet Ukraine.

You enjoyed it, I gather.

Transnistria.

The music. This is what I miss.

The songs.

If you'd like to hear some of them, come over to my house.

I'm no pianist, but

I can play a few Ukrainian melodies.

[SINGING DRUNKENLY]

I have something very important to tell you.

What?

Go on.

If you were to look behind that door,

you'd see my wife, Sabina.

Her parents,

her sisters, and her twelve-year-old brother

were killed with the rest of her family.

You were there

in Transnistria.

That's where they were taken.

You don't know exactly who you've shot, but

we could assume you're the man who murdered her family.

You are a Jew?!

I am a Christian.

Is this a trap?

No,

though I'm sure there are many who would like to kill you.

Let them try. I don't fear death.

You should fear God. - There is no God!

And what if I could prove to you there is?

You can't.

Let's do an experiment.

I'm going to wake up my wife and tell her who you are

and what you've done,

and I can predict exactly what will happen.

I don't want an experiment.

She won't speak a word of reproach to you.

In fact, she'll bring you the best supper she can find

in this home. - I don't believe you.

There's a man here you have to meet.

I, um...

I believe he is the man who killed your family.

The heart of the gospel is forgiveness.

Christ forgave me.

He can forgive you

if you ask.

What have I done?

What have I done?

Let me fix you something to eat.

Take this.

That was when I started collecting these.

They remind me that the lost

can be found.

Change your clothes. It's time to go.

We can get you to the border if we leave now.

So, that's your love story.

I guess it is.

My love for a husband.

My love for God.

Even my love for you.

Madam,

I won't pretend I understand you.

But perhaps if no one had this gift of

returning good for evil,

then there would never be an end to killing.

"If your enemy is hungry,

give him bread.

If your enemy is thirsty,

give him some water."

You know this is ridiculous.

I suppose.

I could not do such things,

but Christ in me can do all things.

Remember me.

Tell me again-- who told you about this family?

Just some guy.

Some guy-- what guy?!

Before I get in this truck, I need to know who led you

to this family!

I did.

Get down before someone sees you.

From the day of my wedding forward,

I only ever kissed two men.

One, my husband,

and two,

the man who murdered my family.

[SINGING] 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.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,

Let this blest assurance control,

That Christ has regarded my helpless estate

And has shed His own blood for my soul.

It is well

With my soul

It is well, it is well with my soul.

My sin—O the bliss of this glorious thought!—

My sin, not in part, but the whole,

Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more.

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

It is well

(It is well)

With my soul

(With my soul)

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,

The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,

Even so, it is well with my soul!

It is well

(It is well)

With my soul

(With my soul)

It is well, it is well with my soul.

[ROMANIAN] It is well

(It is well)

[ROMANIAN] With my soul

(With my soul)

It is well, it is well with my soul!