When peace like a river, attendeth my way When sorrows, like sea-billows, roll ; Whatever my lot, thou has taught me to know, ‘’It is well, it is well with my soul”

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

If Satan should buffet, if trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate, And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

It is well, 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 nail’d to His, and I bear it no more ; Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul !

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