It
is Well with My Soul - Horatio G. Spafford,
1828-1888
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.
Though Satan
should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest
assurance control,
That Christ has
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.
Refrain
It is well,
with my soul,
It is well, it
is well, with my soul.