When peace like a river
attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea
billows role
Whatever my Lord,
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
My sin, oh, the bliss of this
glorious thought
My sin not in part
but the whole
Was 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 my faith shall be sight
The clouds be rolled
back as a scroll
The trumphed 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