Through It All
Guy Penrod
4:07When 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 My sin, oh, 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 It is well with my soul It is well with my soul It is well And Lord, haste the day when the faith shall resound The clouds be rolled back as a scroll The trumpet shall sound, and the Lord shall descend Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul It is well with my soul It is well with my soul It is well It is well with my soul It is well with my soul