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.
And lord, haste the day when my 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.
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul