Now when peace like a river attendeth my soul,
And when sorrows like sea billows roll,
Then whatever my lot, You have taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

It is well with my soul, when the storms of winter blow,
And the cares of this world take their toll.
In the heat of the day there is grace enough to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

And when satan should tempt me, and trials should come,
Let this blessed assurance control,
For He sees every weakness and knows every fear,
And has shed His own blood for my soul.


Words: Horatio Spafford adpt Stuart Townend & Phil Baggaley/ Music: Phil Baggaley © 2011 Thankyou Music