30When Peace Like a River

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

Tho' Satan should buffet, tho' trials should come,Let this blest assurance control, That Christ hath regarded myhelpless estate, And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin— O the bliss of the glorious thought!My sin, not in part, but the whole, Is nailed to His cross and Ibear it no more; Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,The clouds be rolled back as a scroll, The trump shall resound, and theLord shall descend; "Even so," it is well with my soul.