It Is Well With My Soul Songtext
von Phil Wickham

My sin, oh, the bliss of that glorious thought
My sin, not in part but the whole
Was 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 (with my soul)
It is well, It is well, with my soul


Oh Lord, haste the day when my 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

It is well (it is well), with my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well, with my soul

When we arrive at eternity′s shore
Where death is just a memory and tears are no more
We'll enter in as the wedding bells ring
Your bride will come together and we′ll sing
You're beautiful