When peace like a river attendeth my wayWhen sorrows like sea billows rollWhatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to sayIt is well, it is well with my soulMy sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thoughtMy sin, not in part, but the wholeWas nailed to the cross and I bear it no morePraise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soulIt is well (it is well) with my soul (with my soul)It is well, it is well with my soulAnd Lord haste the day when my fate shall be sightThe clouds be rolled back as the scrollThe trumpet shall resound and the Lord shall descendIt is well (it is well)It is well (it is well)It is well with my soulIt is well (it is well) with my soul (with my soul)It is well (it is well)It is well (it is well) with my soul
