for s, p, & i

when peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
when sorrows like sea billows roll;
whatever my lot, thou has 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, it is well with my soul.

though the devil will ruin, though trials may 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 with my soul,
it is well with my soul,
it is well, it is well with my soul.

my sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
my sin, not in part but in 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, 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.

- “it is well with my soul,” horatio g. spafford (1828-1888)