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 soul 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

My soul my soul

And Lord haste the day when the 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

My soul my soul