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 tempest should buffet, Though trials should come, 
Let this blest assurance control, That Christ has 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 - O the bliss of this glorious thought,
My sin - not in part But the whole,
Is nailed to the cross And I bear it no more,
Praise Yahweh, praise Yahweh, O my soul!
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

For me, be it Christ, Be it Christ hence to live;
If Jordan above me shall roll, No fear shall be mine,
For in death as in life Thou wilt whisper
Thy peace to my soul.
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

But Lord, ‘tis for Thee, That daily we work,
Thy Kingdom on earth, Is our goal;
The nations of Israel, Before Thy throne bow,
Blessed hope, Blessed joy of my soul.
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

And Lord, haste the day When my faith shall be sight,
My eyes to this life shall close;
I’ll wake in His presence with eternal joy,
Even so, It is well with my soul.
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.