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
Though satan should buffet, though trials should come, Let this blessed 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, 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, 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 with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul
