When peace like a river attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, You have 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

Though trials should come
Let this blessed $$#urance control
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate

And had 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, O my soul

It is well, with my soul

It is well, 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
Even so, it is well with my soul


It is well, with my soul
It is well, it is well, with my soul

It is well, it is well, with my soul