It Is Well With My Soul by Horatio Spafford (1828 - 1888)


When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;Whatever
my lot, Thou has taught me to say,It is well,
it is well, with my soul.

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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 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 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!

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For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,No pang shall be
mine, for in death as in lifeThou wilt whisper
Thy peace to my soul.

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But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;Oh trump of
the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!Blessèd hope,
blessèd rest of my soul!

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And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be
sight,The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;The
trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

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