 It Is Well with My Soul - Horatio G. Spafford 1873 Music: Philip P. Bliss 1876 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. It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul. Though Satan should buffet, tho' trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ has regarded my helpless estate, And hath shed His own blood for soul. It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul. My sin oh, the bliss of this glorious tho't: 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! It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul. And, Lord, haste the day when the 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. It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul. |
