When peace, peace like a river
When it comes, comes my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot
Thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well, it is well with my soul
It is well, it is well
Only You can satisfy, only You can fill this hole
It is well
My sin O the bliss
Of this glorious, glorious thought
That my sin not in part but the whole
Was nailed to the cross
And I bear it no more
When it comes, comes my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot
Thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well, it is well with my soul
It is well, it is well
Only You can satisfy, only You can fill this hole
It is well
My sin O the bliss
Of this glorious, glorious thought
That my sin not in part but the whole
Was nailed to the cross
And I bear it no more