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.

Cho. -- It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

2 Tho' Satan should buffet, tho' trials should come, Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed his own blood for my soul.

3 My sin -- oh, the bliss of this glorious tho't --
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, oh, my soul!

4 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.

H.G. Spafford.