It is Well

When peace like a river attendeth my way
While sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot Thou hast taught me to say
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 oh 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

It is well, it is well with my soul