It is Well with My Soul
Lyric by Horatio Spafford; music by Phillip Bliss

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.

Chorus: It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul);
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, and trials should come;
Let this blessed assurance control:
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And has shed his own blood for my soul.

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My sin, o 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!

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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.

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