When peace like a river attended my way, when sorrows like sea billows swell.
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.
Though Satan should buffer, though trials should come, let this blest assurance control, that Christ has regarded my helpless estate and has shed His on blood for my soul.
My sin, O 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.
O 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.