When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, You taught me to say, 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, Here's my heart, make it whole For You I live, in You I dwell Oh my soul It is well
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll; The trumpet will sound, and the Lord shall descend, Even so, it is well with my soul.
It is well, with my soul, Here's my heart, make it whole For You I live, in You I dwell Oh my soul It is well
It is well, with my soul, Here's my heart, make it whole For You I live, in You I dwell Oh my soul It is well
It is well, with my soul, Here's my heart, make it whole For You I live, in You I dwell Oh my soul Oh my soul Oh my soul It is well