When peacelike a river attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows role
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 oh my soul
It is well,
With my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul
And Lord haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll
The truph 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