When peace, like a river, attends my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, You have taught me to say
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
It is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
Who else is there to find in heaven but you?
And there’s nothing here on earth
Though my flesh & heart fail you will always prevail
Though I see the cost to me is touching the sky
And human reason passes by
Because of you it is well with my soul
And Lord it is for your coming that we wait
The sky, not the grave, is our goal
Oh the trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
There is hope, blessed rest of 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…Even so it is well with my soul
