It Is Well With My Soul by Jars of Clay

I just heard this version for the first time.  It took me a few moments, but I really like it.

IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL - by Horatio G. Spafford, 1828-1888 -
                               Public Domain


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."

Tho' Satan should buffet, tho' trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And has 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 the faith shall be sight,
The clouds rolled back like a scroll,
The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend,
"Even so" -  it is well with my soul.


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