It Is Well With My Soul

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,

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

soul. Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,

let this blessed assurance control. That Christ has regarded my

helpless estate, and has shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin-- oh, the bliss of this glorious thought-- my sin,