1. When peace, like a ri- ver, at- ten- deth my way, When sor- rows like sea bil- lows roll; What- ev- er my lot, Thou has 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.

2. Though Sa- tan should buf- fet, though tri- als should come, Let this blest a- ssur- ance con- trol, That Christ has re- gar- ded my help- less es- tate, And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

3. My sin, oh, the bliss of this glo- ri- ous 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!

4. For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live: If Jor- dan a- bove me shall roll, No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life Thou wilt whis- per Thy peace to my soul.

5. But, Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy com- ing we wait, The sky, not the grave, is our goal; Oh trump of the an- gel! Oh voice of the Lord! Bless- �d hope, bless- �d rest of my soul!