It Is Well With My Soul
Horatio Spafford and Philip Bliss
When peace like a river attendeth my way,|When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,| SIt 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.
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.
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!
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.