When peace like a river attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, Thou has 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 has regarded my helpless estate,
And 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
