It Is Well - Rebecca St. James

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

It is well, with my soul

It is well, with my soul

It is well, it is well, with my soul

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come

Let this blest a**urance control

That Christ has regarded my helpless estate

And hath shed His own blood for 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!

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:

If Jordan above me shall roll

No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life

Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul

But, Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait

The sky, not the grave, is our goal;

Oh trump of the angel!

Oh voice of the Lord!

Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of 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