1. When peace, like a river, attends 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.
CHORUS: It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
2. Though Satan should buffet,
Though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded, my helpless estate,
And has shed His own blood, for my soul.
3. 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, oh my soul!
4. 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.