Hymn-rooted peace amid sorrow, steadied by a hope stronger than death.
Words & music by Brody Bond · Written c. 2005
When peace like a river comes my way
Or when sorrows roll
Whatever my lot
You have taught me to say, “It is well with my soul.”
Though Satan should beat me, though trials should come
This assurance controls
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate
And bled for my soul
It is well with my soul
It is well with my soul
It is well, it is well
It is well, it is well with my soul
My sin, oh the bliss of this glorious though,
That not in part, but the whole
Is nailed to the cross, I bear it no more
Praise the Lord, oh my soul
For me be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live
And death is gain
No pain shall be mine for in death as in life
You whisper your peace to my soul
Chorus
For you and your coming we wait
The sky, not the grave is our goal
Oh trump of the angel, oh voice of the Lord
Blessed hope and rest of my soul
And Lord, haste the day when our faith shall be sight
And clouds rolled back as scrolls
The trump shall resound, the Lord shall descend
It is well with my soul