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.”

CHORUS
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Tho’ Satan should buffet,
Tho’ trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control.
That Christ hath regarded
My helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for 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.

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.

But Lord, ‘tis for Thee,
For Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, the shout of the angel!
Oh, the voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope! Blessed rest of my soul!