When peace like a river attendeth my way,
When sorrows like Sea pillows roll,
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, It is well with my soul.
It is well, 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 hath regarded, My helpless estate,
And hath shed, His own blood for my soul.
It is well, with my soul.
It is well, It is well with my soul.
My sin, O the bliss this glorious thought,
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nail to his cross and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, Oh my soul.
It is well, with my soul.
It is well, It is well with my soul.
And Lord, haste the day
when the 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.
It is well, with my soul.
It is well, It is well with my soul.
