It Is Well

When peace like a river

Attendeth my way

When sorrows like the 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

It is well with my soul

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!

My sin, not in part but the whole, yeah

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 the scroll

The trump shall resound

And the Lord shall descend!

Even so, it is well with my soul.