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, though trials should come,Let this blest assurance control:That Christ hath regarded my helpless estateAnd 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, O my soul.
It is well with my soul;It is well, it is well with my soul.
O Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,The heav'ns be rolled back like 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.