When peace like a river attended my way, When sorrows like sea billows rolled,
One
has taught me to say, It is well, it is well with my soul.
It is well,
oh, it is well, It is well with my soul.
Though Satan should mock
and mispress assurance,
Christ as the artist
made, And has shed His own blood for my soul.
Oh, it is well, it is well with my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of His law,
My sin not in
His will, To love
my soul, It
is well with my soul.
When our faith shall
resound, And
even so, It is well with my soul.
It is well
with my
soul.
It is well with my soul.