Blessed be Your name, in a land that is plentiful
Where Your streams of abundance flow
Blessed be Your name
And blessed be Your name, when I'm found in the desert place
Though I walk through the wilderness,
Blessed be Your name
Every blessing You pour out I'll turn back to praise
And when the darkness closes in, Lord, still I will say
Blessed be the name of the Lord,
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord,
Blessed be Your glorious name
Blessed be Your name when the sun's shining down on me
When the world's "all as it should be",
Blessed be Your name
And blessed be Your name on the road marked with suffering
Though there's pain in the offering,
Blessed be Your name
You give and take away, You give and take away
My heart will choose to say, Lord blessed be Your name
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 (it is well), with my soul (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, 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!
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.
Words by Horatio G. Spafford, 1873. Music by Philip Bliss.
TWU CCLI# 419298