It Is Well With My Soul


Praise the Lord, O my soul. --Psalm 146:1

 
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.

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Though Satan should buffet, tho trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed his own blood for my soul.

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My sin--oh, the bliss of this glorious tho't:
My sin not in part, but the whole
Is nail'd to the cross and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

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And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
The clouds be roll'd back as a scroll,
The trump shall re-sound and the Lord shall descend,
"Even, so," it is well with my soul.

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Chorus:
It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul.
 
 
 
Words, Horatio G. Spafford, 1873.  Tune VILLE DU HAVRE, Philip P. Bliss, 1876.
What can I say but "WOW!", what a beautiful song.