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
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come Let this blest assurance control That Christ has regarded my helpless estate And hath shed his own blood for 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
And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight The trump shall re-sound and the Lord shall descend "Even, so," it is well with my soul