it is well with my soul
don moen
when sorrows like sea billows roll;
thou has taught me to say
with my soul. though satan should buffet
though trials should come
let this blest assurance control
that christ has regarded my helpless estate
and hath shed his own blood for my soul. it is well
the bliss of this glorious thought!
not in part but the whole
it was nailed trough his cross