When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,

When sorrows like sea billows roll;

Whatever my lot, You have 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.



My sin—oh, 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 the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!



Through you all things work out for good

Blessed assurance you are God

The waters rising oceans swell

Your faithfulness screams it is well x2