When peacelike a river attendeth my way When sorrows like sea billows role Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say It is well, it is well with my soul 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 nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord oh my soul It is well With my soul It is well, it is well with my soul And Lord haste the day when the faith shall be sight The clouds be rolled back as a scroll The truph shall resound, and the LORD shall descend Even so, it is well with my soul It is well With my soul It is well, it is well with my soul