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."
REFRAIN
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet,
Tho' trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded
My helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood
For my soul.
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It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with 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!
REFRAIN
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 trump shall resound and
The Lord shall descend
"Even so" – it is well with my soul.
REFRAIN
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
