It Is Well  

When 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, it is well 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. 

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! 

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. 

Psalm 30

I will extol you, O LORD, for you have drawn me up
  and have not let my foes rejoice over me.
  O LORD my God, I cried to you for help,
  and you have healed me.
  O LORD, you have brought up my soul from Sheol;
  you restored me to life from among those who go down to the pit.
 
 Sing praises to the LORD, O you his saints,
  and give thanks to his holy name.
  For his anger is but for a moment,
  and his favor is for a lifetime.
 Weeping may tarry for the night,
  but joy comes with the morning.
 
 As for me, I said in my prosperity,
  “I shall never be moved.”
  By your favor, O LORD,
  you made my mountain stand strong;
 you hid your face;
  I was dismayed.
 
 To you, O LORD, I cry,
  and to the Lord I plead for mercy:
  “What profit is there in my death,
  if I go down to the pit?
 Will the dust praise you?
  Will it tell of your faithfulness?
  Hear, O LORD, and be merciful to me!
  O LORD, be my helper!”
 
 You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;
  you have loosed my sackcloth
  and clothed me with gladness,
  that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent.
  O LORD my God, I will give thanks to you forever!
 (Psalm 30 ESV)