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.
Refrain
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. Refrain
My sin—oh, the bliss of
This glorious thought—
My sin—not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to His cross,
And I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul! Refrain
And Lord, haste the day
When the 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. Refrain
