Текст песни Hillsong - It Is Well With My Soul

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, течет ли жизнь мирно подобно реке

when sorrows like sea billows roll; несусь ли на грозных волнах

whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say, во всякое время, вблизи, далеко

It is well, it is well with my soul. в Твоих я покоюсь руках

It is well with my soul, Ты со мной, Ты со мной

it is well, it is well with my soul. да, Господь, да Господь, в Твоих я покоюсь руках

2.Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, ни вражьи нападки, ни тяжесть скорбей

let this blest assurance control, не склонят меня позабыть

that Christ has regarded my helpless estate, что Бог мой меня из пучины страстей

and hath shed his own blood for my soul. в любви восхотел искупить!

3.My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought! что в мире сравниться с усладой такой?

My sin, not in part but the whole, мой грех весь, как есть целиком

is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more, к кресту пригвожден, и я кровью святой

praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul! искуплен всесильным Христом!

4.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.

WHEN PEACE, LIKE A RIVER, ATTENDETH MY WAY, Life flows peacefully like the river

WHEN SORROWS LIKE SEA BILLOWS ROLL; Will the terrible waves

Whatever My Lot, Thou Hast Taught Me To Say, at all time, near, far

IT IS WELL, IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL. In your way I am afraid of my hands

IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL, you with me, you are with me

IT IS WELL, IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL. Yes, Lord, and the Lord, in your way I will fall hands

2.Though Satan Should Buffet, Though Trials Should Come, nor enemy attacks, nor the severity of mourn

Let this Best Assurance Control, do not learn forget me

That Christmas Regarded My Helpless Estate that God is me from the puchin passion

And Hath Shed His Own Blood for My Soul. I wondered in love!

3.My Sin, Oh, The Bliss of this Glorious Thought! What is in the world to compare with the predominance of such?

My Sin, Not in Part But The Whole, my sin is all, as is whole

IS Nailed to the Cross, and I Bear It No more, to the cross, and I am Blood Saint

Praise The Lord, Praise The Lord, O My Soul! I'm redeemed by the All-Commissioner!

4.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.