It Is Well with My Soul

When peace like a river Attendeth my way, when Sorrows like sea billows roll. Whatever 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. It is well With my soul. It is well, it is well with my Soul. It is well With my soul. It is well, it is well with 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. It is well with my Soul. It is well, it is well with my Soul. It is well with my Soul. It is well, it is well with my Soul.