When peace, like a river, attended 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 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, it is well with my soul