It is well with my soul

When 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 soul


It is well with my soul
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 with my soul
It is well with my soul

It is well with 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 with my soul

It is well with my soul
It is well with my soul