When peace, like a
river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows 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, tho' trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has 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—oh, the bliss
of this glorious tho't:
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 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.