IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL

1When peace like a riv-er at-tend-eth my way, When sor-rows like sea bil-lows roll;
What-ev-er my lot, thou hast taught me to say, It is well, it is well with my soul.

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

2Tho' Sa-tan should buf-fet, tho' tri-als should come, Let this blest as-sur-ance con-trol,
That Christ hath re-gard-ed my help-less es-tate, And hath shed his own blood for my soul.

3My sin—O the bliss of this glo-ri-ous 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!

4And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trump shall re-sound and the Lord shall de-scend, E-ven so—it is well with my soul.