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

It is well

With my soul

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

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 trump 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