When peace like a river attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll,
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
“It is well, it is well with my soul.”
It is well, (It is well)
With my soul. (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 has regarded my helpless estate
And has shed His own blood for my soul.
It is well, (It is well)
With my soul. (With my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul.
My sin, oh the bliss of this glorious thought,
My sin, not in part, but in whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more.
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord, oh my soul!
It is well, (It is well)
With my soul. (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, (It is well)
With my soul. (With my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul.