It is Well with My Soul

When peace like a river attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll,
What ever my lot you have taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Though the devil will ruin, though trials may come,
Let this blessed assurance control;
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate
And He shed His own blood for 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,
And 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.

Music by Philip P. Bliss, 1876
Lyrics by Horatio G. Spafford, 1873