1  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!"

 2  Though Satan should buffet, though 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 thought —

       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, O my soul!

 4  For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live;

       If dark hours about me shall roll,

    No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life

       Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.