When 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.

It is well with my soul,
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Okay, actually, this post is an experiment. I keep getting hits almost every day for the post I entitled (almost as an afterthought) “My hope is built on nothing less.” Why? Because people keep searching for that phrase, as it’s the first line of the famous hymn “The Solid Rock.” So I want to see if it will happen to this post, too. I wonder if the fact that the hymn’s title is better known will cause fewer people to search for the first line.

For those of you reading this who were searching for the phrase “when peace like a river attendeth my way” and feel taken advantage of, please know that I am not even a human being but a heartless robot.

Oh, all right. Within my cold metal exoskeleton there is something that passes for a soul. Here are the rest of the verses (including a couple you may not have heard):

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for 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!

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of 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,
Even so, it is well with my soul.