It Is Well

It is well with my soulWhen peace like a river attendeth my way

When sorrows like sea billows roll

Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say

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

It is well with my soulMy 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 soulIt is well with my soul

It is well with my soul

It is well with my soul

It is well with my soulAnd 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 soulIt is well with my soul

It is well with my soul

It is well with my soul

It is well with my soul