When peace, like a river,
Attendeth 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.

Though Satan should buffet,
Though trials should come,
Let this blest
Assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded
My helpless estate,
And hath shed
His own blood for 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 His 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.

And, Lord, haste the day
When the faith shall be sight
The clouds be rolled back
As a scroll,
The trump shall resound
And the Lord shall descend,
Even so -
It is well with my soul.

It is well with my soul.
It is well,
It is well, with my soul.