It Is Well

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

It is well, it is well;
through the storm I am held;
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, O my soul

It is well, it is well;
through the storm I am held;
It is well, it is well with my soul
It is well, it is well;
God has won, Christ prevailed;
It is well, it is well with my soul

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll
Even so, it is well with my soul

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



Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Andrew Grimm, Joey Stamper, Philip P. (p.d.) Bliss, Horatio Gates Spafford
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link