I exalt Thee I exalt Thee I exalt Thee, oh Lord I exalt Thee I exalt Thee I exalt Thee, oh Lord 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 Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come Let this blest assurance control That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate And hath shed His own blood for my soul It is well, it is well with my soul With my soul It is well, it is well with my soul My sin, O the bliss of this glorious thought 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 I exalt Thee, I exalt Thee I exalt Thee, oh Lord I exalt Thee, I exalt Thee I exalt Thee, oh Lord I exalt Thee, I exalt Thee I exalt Thee, oh Lord And Lord, haste the day when the 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