Lyrics Words by Horatio Spafford, Music by Philip Bliss (1873)
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
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, O my soul!
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight The clouds be rolled back as a scroll The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend A song in the night, oh my soul