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

But, Lord, ’tis for thee, for thy coming we wait

The sky, not the grave, is our goal

Oh, trump of the angel

Oh, voice of the Lord

Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul

It is well with my soul

It is well with my soul

It is well with my soul

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 trumpet shall resound

And the Lord shall descend

Even so, it is well with my soul

It is well with my soul

It is well with my soul

It is well with my soul

It is well with my soul

It is well with my soul