When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billowing roll;
Whatever my lot, though hast 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!
Though Satan should buffet,
Attendeth my way,
Let this blessed assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
Shed his own blood for my soul!
It is well,
It is well with my soul,
With my soul,
It is well,
It is well with my soul.
My sins, oh the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sins, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, o my soul!
It is well,
It is well...
With my soul,
With my soul,
It is well,
It is well.. with my soul.
Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight, the clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
Three trumpets sound, the Lord shall descend,
Even so it is well with my soul...
It is well,
Well...
It is well with my soul!
It is well,
It is well with with my soul.
Praise Jesus Christ the Lord
He restoreth me!