It Is Well Lyrics

It Is Well

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.



CHORUS

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.



REPEAT CHORUS



Words: Horatio G. Spafford, Music: Philip P. Bliss

Arranged by: Michael Omartian, Mark Harris, Andy Chrisman,

Marty Magehee, Kirk Sullivan