It is well with my soul

My sin, o the joy 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 (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul

And 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