It Is Well With My Soul

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, thou has tought me to say, it is well, it is well, with my soul.
It is well, it is well, with my soul, with my soul.
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.
Has nailed to the cross, so I bear it no more.
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my Soul!
It is well, it is well.
With my soul, with my soul.
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;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend, Even so, it is well with my Soul.
It is well, it is well.
With my soul, with my soul.
It is well, it is well, With my soul



Credits
Writer(s): Philip Paul Bliss, Horatio G. Spafford, Keith Getty
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