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


    Though satan should buffet, though trials should come,You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    let this blest assurance control,


    That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,


    And hath shed His own blood for 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 our 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.


    It is well, with my soul


    It is well, it is well with my soul.