Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss 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!
But I trust in your unfailing love. I will rejoice because you have rescued me. I will sing to the LORD because he has been so good to me