- When peace, like a river attendeth my way,
When sorrows, like sea billows roll,
Whatever my lot,
Thou has taught me to say;
Chorus:
It is well, it is well, with my soul,
It is well…, it is well…,
With my soul…, with my soul…,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
- Though Satan should buffet,
Tho’ trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate.