WHEN peace like a river, attendeth my way
When sorrows, like sea-billows, roll:
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to know,
“It is well, it is well with my soul”
It is well… with my soul…
It is well, it is well with my soul.
If Satan should buffet, if 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 nail'd 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!