It Is Well
TRADITIONAL, CINDY MORGAN
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 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
Whatever my lot Thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well with my soul