It is well with my soul

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, tho' trials should come, let this blest assurance control, that Christ has regarded my helpless estate, and hath shed His own blood for my soul.

It is well with my soul, It is well, 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 so more, Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, o my soul.

It is well with my soul, It is well it is well, with 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.

It is well with my soul, It is well it is well, with my soul.