First Line: When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows, like sea-billows, roll ;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to know,
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 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 Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

5 But, Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming, we wait ;
The sky, not the grave, is our goal :
Oh, trump of the Angel ! oh, voice of the Lord !
Blessed hope ! blessed rest of my soul !