When Peace, Like a River

1When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot,
Thou hast taught me to say,
"It is well, it is well with my soul."

2Though 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.

3My sin— O the bliss of the 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!

4And,
Lord, haste the day when the 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.