When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say, It is well - it is well, with my soul. My sin O 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 It is well - it is well, with my soul - 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 - it is well, with my soul - with my soul It is well - it is well, with my soul. It is well - it is well, with my soul - with my soul It is well - it is well, with my soul...