The Thoughts of Wesley son of Cornelius

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 (It is well)
with my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul

Tho' Satan should buffet, tho' trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin--O, the bliss of this glorious tho't--
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!

And, Lord, haste the day when the 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.

It is well (It is well)
with my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul

TEXT: Horatio G. Spafford