It is Well
When peacelike a river
Attendenth my way
When sorrows like the sea billows roll
Whatever my lot
Thou hast taught me to say
It is well
It is well with my soul
It is well
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, yeah
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 my faith shall be