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!
My sin - O the joy 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!
And, Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall re-sound 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.