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



Tho' Satan should buffet

Tho' trials should come

Let this blest assurance control

That Christ hath regarded

My helpless estate

And hath shed His own blood for 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

O 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

Even so, It is well with my soul



But Lord, 'tis for Thee

For Thy coming we wait

The sky, not the grave, is our goal

Oh, the shout of the angel

Oh, the voice of the Lord

Blessed hope! Blessed rest of my soul



It is well with my soul

It is well, It is well with my soul!