It Is Well

When peace, like a river, attends my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, You have taught me to say
It is well, it is well with my soul

Though Satan should torment, though trials should come
Let this blest assurance control
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate
And has shed His own blood for 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 no more
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul
Oh, my soul

And Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight
The clouds be rolled back like a scroll
The trumpet shall sound, and the Lord shall descend
Even so, it is well with my soul

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul

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