It Is Well With My Soul

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say
It 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
It is well, It is well
With my soul, 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
It’s nailed trough his cross, and I bear it no more
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
It is well, It is well
With my soul, with my soul
It is well, it is well, with my soul