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.
It is well, it is well,
With my soul, 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.
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,
It was nailed trough his cross, and I bear it no more,
Bless the Lord, bless the Lord, O my soul!
It is well, It is well
with my soul, with my soul
It is well, it is well, with my soul
