is it well?

Lyrics

Yeah, tell Horatio, that before he penned the words to "It Is Well" If he knew that God would take him places where no one knew well Rocky road, go pack your bags for your journey, I wish you well The time at hand, go leave your fam, go leave your land and bid farewell This that pretty plan that God has for your life that they don't tell If you want the beauty, you gotta go through beasts, just go ask Belle Who told you that to get to Heaven, you ain't finna go through hell? They say that L's are lessons, but the question here is: is it well? With your soul, I'm just giving food for thought, my boy It sounds delicious, but the taste of blood ain't what you thought, my boy Valley of death, and there's Goliaths that gotta be fought, my boy Just because you're the Lord's anointed, don't think they won't touch you, boy Okay, Jesus came to earth, but they said, "Oh naw" This holy ground ain't a comfy walk, this ain't no Bearpaw Just ask Lot, sky dropped fire, or chariots of fire, that thing hot Man, my boy Eli got that thing from off an insane lot Wassup, you know what it is, Jesus rejected even as King They said that they ready to die for Him, but they ain't even ready to live for Him So what's the reason that they sing, when they don't even understand the question? That "come follow Me" means death to self and all, but is it well? Is it well? Is it well? You know that life to Christ gon' mean your death to self So is it well? Like, is it well? Count the cost, pick up your cross, and live His will Is it well? Is it well with your soul? Is it well? Is it well with your soul? Is it well? Dig a well and not a hole Is it well? Is it well with your soul? When peace like a river attendeth my way When sorrows like sea billows roll, okay Whatever my lot Thou hast taught me to say It is well, it is well with my soul, okay Yeah, yeah, yeah, is it well with your soul like? Yeah, yeah, yeah, is it well with your soul like? Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come Let this blest assurance control, okay That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate And hath shed His own blood for my soul, okay My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought My sin, not in part, but the whole Is nailed to His Cross, and I bear it no more Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul, yeah 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, okay For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live If dark hours about me shall roll No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul, yeah But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait The sky, not the grave, is our goal Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul, yeah That's the question, man Is it well with your soul? We say that it is well, but is it actually well with your soul? You know Horatio didn't know what he was gonna go through Until God led him through it And he said It is well With my soul Yeah