It Is Well With My Soul - Steve Ivey

When peace like a river attended my way When sorrow 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 with my soul It is well, it is well with my soul My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thoughts My sin not in part but the whole A nail to the cross and I'll bear them no more Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul It is well with my soul It is well, it is well with my soul We sing holy, holy, holy, we sing holy, holy, holy And we sing holy is Your name, oh, most high We sing holy, holy, holy, we sing holy, holy, holy And we sing holy is Your name, oh, most high And Lord please haste the day when my faith shall be sight The clouds be rolled back as a scroll The trumpets shall resound and the Lord shall descend Even so it is well with my soul It is well with my soul It is well, it is well with my soul It is well with my soul It is well, it is well with my soul

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, You have 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 hath shed His own blood for my soul. It is well, 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, Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more, Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul! It is well, with my soul, It is well, it is well, with my soul. It is well, it is well, with my soul. 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. It is well, with my soul, It is well, it is well, with my soul. It is well, it is well, with my soul.