When peace like a river attendeth my way   When sorrows like sea billows roll   What ever my lot you have taught me to say   It is well, it is well with my soul      Though the Devil will ruin, though trials may come   Let this blessed assurance control   That Christ has regarded my helpless estate   And He shed His own blood for 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 in 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   It is well with my soul   It is well, it is well with my soul      And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight   And 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 with my soul   It is well, it is well with my soul   It is well with my soul   It is well, it is well with my soul