Words: Horatio G. Spafford, 1873
Music: Philip P. Bliss, 1876
View LyricsVERSE 1:
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has 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.
VERSE 2:
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And has shed His own blood for my soul.
CHORUS:
It is well, (It is well), with my soul, (with my soul)
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
VERSE 3:
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!
CHORUS:
It is well, (It is well), with my soul, (with my soul)
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
VERSE 4:
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.
CHORUS:
It is well, (It is well), with my soul, (with my soul)
It is well, it is well, with my soul.