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
