It Is Well, With My Soul

When peace, like a river, attendeth mynway, when sorrows like sea billows roll;

Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,

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

Refrain:

Though Satan should buffet, though trialsnshould come, let this blest assurancencontrol, that Christ has regarded mynhelpless estate, and hath shed His ownnblood for my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this gloriousnthought! My sin, not in part but thenwhole, is nailed to the cross, and I bearnit no more, praise the Lord, praise the

Lord, O my soul!

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hencento live: If Jordan above me shall roll, nonpang shall be mine, for in death as in life

Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming wenwait, the sky, not the grave, is our goal;

Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the

Lord! Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!

And Lord, haste the day when my faithnshall be sight, the clouds be rolled backnas a scroll; the trump shall resound, andnthe Lord shall descend, even so, it is wellnwith my soul.