1. 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.”
[Chorus]
It is well with my soul;
It is well, it is well with my soul.
2. Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control:
That Christ hath 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.
3. 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.
[Chorus]
It is well with my soul;
It is well, it is well with my soul.
4. O Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The heav’ns be rolled back like a scroll.
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend;
Even so, it is well with my soul.
[Chorus]
It is well with my soul;
It is well, it is well with my soul.
Text: Horatio G. Spafford, 1876
Music: Philip P. Bliss, 1876; arr. 2024 | VILLE DU HAVRE
Music arr. © 2024 by Intellectual Reserve, Inc. All rights reserved. This song may be copied for incidental, noncommercial Church or home use.