It Is Well With My Soul - Chris Rice

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