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 with my soul

My sin, oh, the bliss
Of this glorious thought
My sins, not in part, but the whole
Are nailed to His cross
And I bear them no more
Praise the Lord

It is well with my soul
It is well, 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, it is well with my soul