When peace, like a river, attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to know
It is well, it is well with my soul
It is well with my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul
Uuhh...
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, o my soul!
It is well with my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul.
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
Our song in the night, oh my soul.
It is well, with my soul
It is well, with my soul
It is well, with my soul
It is well, with my soul!
It is well...
It is well, it is well, it is well, it is well
Ohh ohh, ohh ohh...