It Is Well With My Soul

When peace like a river attendeth my way
When sorrow like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well with 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, oh 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…
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 soul.