When peace like a river, attendeth my way.
Or when sorrows like sea billows blow.
Whatever my lot, though has taught me to say
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
It is well (It is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, It is well, with my soul.
My sin, oh the bliss, of this glorious thought.
My sin not just in part, but the whole.
It is nailed to his cross, and I will bear it no more.
Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord, Oh my soul.
For it is well (It is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, It is well, with my soul.
