It Is Well With My Soul

by Guy Penrod, David Phelps, and the Gaithers




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, it is well, with my soul, 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 oh my soul.

It is well, it is well, with my soul, with my soul;
It is well, it is well with my soul.

And Lord haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back like a scroll;
The trumpet shall sound and the Lord shall descend,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord oh my soul.

It is well, it is well, with my soul, with my soul;
It is well, it is well with my soul.