When peace like a river
Attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot
Thou has taught me to say
It is well with my soul
Oh, Satan should buffet
Oh, trials should come
Let this blest assurance control
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate
And hath shed his own blood for my soul
It is well with my soul
It is well
With my soul
My sin, Oh my bliss
Of this glorious thought
My sin, not in part but a whole
Is nailed to the cross
And I bear it no more
Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord
For my soul
It is well
With my soul
And Lord haste the day
When my faith shall be sight
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll
The drums shall resound
And the Lord shall descend
Even so, it is well with my soul
It is well
With my soul