It Is Well With My Soul
When peace like a river attendeth my way
When sorrow 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 buffett, though trials should come
Let this blest assurance control
That Christ has regard my helpless estage
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin, oh the bliss of this glorius 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, oh my soul!
And Lord, haste the day when the 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, with my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul