Teksty: Todd Agnew. Reflection Of Something. It Is Well.

When peace, peace like a river
When it comes, comes my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot
Thou hast taught me to say

It is well, it is well, it is well with my soul
It is well, it is well
Only You can satisfy, only You can fill this hole
It is well

My sin O the bliss
Of this glorious, glorious thought
That my sin not in part but the whole
Was nailed to the cross
And I bear it no more

It is well, it is well, it is well with my soul
It is well, it is well
Only You can satisfy, only You can fill this hole
It is well

O Lord, Lord, haste the day
When my faith, this blind faith shall be sight
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll
And the trumpet shall resound
And the Lord shall descend

It is well, it is well, it is well with my soul
It is well, it is well
Only You can satisfy, only You can fill this hole

It is well with my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul