When sorrows like sea billows roll Whatever my lots thou hast taught me to say It is well it is well with my soul Let this blessed assurance control That Christ as regardeth 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, 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 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