“It is Well With My Soul”

“It Is Well With My Soul”

1 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. Refrain

ref It is well (It is well)
with my soul, (with my soul),
It is well, it is well with my soul.

2 Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
    Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate
    And hath shed His own blood for my soul. Refrain

3 He lives—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought;
    My sin, not in part, but the whole,
Is nailed to His cross, and I bear it no more.
    Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul! Refrain

4 And, Lord, haste the day when our faith shall be sight,
    The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trumpet shall sound and the Lord shall descend;
    Even so it is well with my soul. Refrain

Text: Horatio G. Spafford, 1828–88, alt.; Tune: Philip P. Bliss, 1838–76; Text and tune: Public domain

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