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, o, the joy of this glorious thought
My sin, not in part but the whole
Was 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
Yes, it is well, it is well, with my soul
It is well, it is well

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