It Is Well


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 through the storm i am held
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, O my soul!

It is well, it is well through the storm i am held
it is well, it is well with my soul
It is well, it is well, God has won, Christ prevailed
It is well, 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, it is well through the storm i am held
it is well, it is well with my soul
It is well, it is well, God has won, Christ prevailed
It is well, it is well with my soul