It Is Well

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 my soul
 It is well with my soul
 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, oh my soul
 It is well with my soul
 It is well with my soul
 It is well with my soul
 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 with my soul
 It is well with my soul
 It is well with my soul
 It is well with my soul