Verse 1
“When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll”—
Yeah, life hits heavy, storms shake the soul,
But whatever my lot, Lord, You’re still in control.
You taught me to stand, You taught me to say,
“It is well,” even walking through the darkest day.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Your blood speaks louder—my fear goes numb.
“My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought—
Not in part but the whole”—You paid every cost.
Nailed to the cross, buried no more,
Praise the Lord, O my soul—Your mercy I adore.
Chorus 1
It is well, it is well with my soul—
In the fire, in the fight, You make shattered hearts whole.
Peace rising like dawn, breaking night’s control—
Yeah, it is well, it is well with my soul.
Verse 2
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
From Your wounded side the water and the blood flowed free—
A double cure for a soul like me.
Not the labors of my hands, not the tears I cry,
Could fulfill Your law or justify.
Nothing in my hand I bring—just a sinner in need,
Clinging to the cross where You let my heart bleed.
Naked for dress, helpless for grace,
Foul I fly to the fountain, seeking Your embrace.
While I draw this fleeting breath, when my eyes close in death,
You carry me beyond the veil, to life without end.
Chorus 2
Rock of Ages, You cover me again—
My Shelter, my Fortress, my Savior, my Friend.
When the night falls cold and the storms descend—
Rock of Ages, cleft for me again.
Verse 3
Crown Him with many crowns, the Lamb upon His throne,
Where the heavenly anthem drowns every rival tone.
Awake, my soul, and sing of Him who died for thee,
Your matchless King reigning eternally.
Crown Him the Lord of love with hands and side,
Rich wounds still speaking of the sacrifice.
Crown Him the Lord of life—He rose from the grave,
The Victor, Redeemer, the One who saves.
Chorus 3
Crown Him, Crown Him—forever He reigns.
Lord of life, Lord of peace, breaking every chain.
From throne to cross to the empty domain—
Crown Him, Crown Him—forever He reigns.
Verse 4
From Jordan’s roll to worlds unknown,
From whispered peace to the judgment throne,
“The sky, not the grave, is our goal”—
Blessed hope burning deep in the soul.
The trump shall resound, the Lord shall descend,
Faith becomes sight where all sorrows end.
Till then we stand, unbroken, made whole—
It is well, Rock of Ages, Crowned King of my soul.
Closing Prayer
Lord Jesus Christ, our Fortress, our Rock, our Crown—
Keep our hearts steady until You return in glory.
Amen.
CalebJJ
