Daniel Martin Moore It Is Well With My Soul
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 with my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul
And hasten the day when my faith shall be a sight
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll
The trumpet shall sound and the light shall descend
Even so, it is well with my soul
It is well with my soul
It is well with my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul