It Is Well - 4 Him

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

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come
Let this blest assurance control
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate
And hath shed his own blood for my soul

It is well
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
Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul

And, 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 descend
"Even, so," it is well with my soul

It is well
With my soul
It is well
It is well
With my soul

It is well
With my soul
It is well
It is well
With my soul