When dead in transgressions and slave to my sin,
with Satan my ruler unkind,
unable to break from the pathway to hell,
change the lusts or the thoughts of my mind:
Was it well, with my soul,
was it well, was it well with my soul?
When I spent my time at my latest delight,
rejecting, ignoring the LORD,
though sometimes ashamed, and perplexed, and cast down,
still I had no desire for his Word:
When bound by my habits, replacing true joy
with pleasures or gathering wealth, –
encourged by lies from the tyrant of souls,
deaf to words that could bring lasting health;
But when, by God’s grace, I awoke to my plight,
perceived, heard his wonderful call,
put trust in the Saviour, reborn by his power, –
was it well? It was well with my soul!
It is well, with my soul,
it is well, it is well with my soul.
