When peace like a river
attendeth my way,
When sorrows like seabillows roll;
Whatever my lot,
Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, It is well with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet,
tho’ trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded
my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood
for my soul.
It is well, It is well with my soul.
My sin, 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, 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,
It is well with my soul.