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