It Is Well

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 hath shed His own blood for my soul

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

My sin oh, 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
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
With my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul
It is well, it is well
It is well, it is well
It is well, it is well with my soul
Oh, it is well, it is well
It is well, it is well
It is well, it is well with my soul
It is well, it is well
It is well, it is well
It is well, it is well with my soul