When peace, like a river, attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, You taught me to say
It is well, it is well with 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, oh my soul
It is well with my soul
Here's my heart, make it whole
For You I live, in You I dwell
Oh my soul
It is well
And, Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be my sight
The clouds be rolled back like a scroll
The trumpet will sound and the Lord will descend
Even so, it is well with my soul