It Is Well With My Soul

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 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! It is well 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 Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul! It is well with my soul It is well It is well with my soul It is well