It is well

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.

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!

For me

be it Christ

be it Christ hence to live;

If dark hours about me shall roll

No pang shall be mine

for in death as in life

Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.