WHEN PEACE LIKE A RIVER

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.

CHORUS
It is well, it is well
with my soul, with my soul
it is well, it is well,
with my soul.

Though Satan 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.

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!

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.