1. Where'er my Savior's hand may lead, Whate'er my lot may be; I will not murmur nor repine, I'll know 'tis well with me. * Refrain: Though storms sweep o'er my trembling bark, And waves around me swell; Still this my ransomed soul shall sing, 'Tis well with me, 'tis well. 2. Since Jesus shed His precious blood That I might ransomed be; I know He'll safely keep my soul, Whate'er befalleth me. 3. Though friends forsake and I alone The narrow way pursue; Thy grace, dear Lord, I only ask, My courage to renew. 4. Should earthly treasures fade away, His promise still I'll plead; And trust Him, for I know He will Supply my every need. 5. Since I am fully saved from sin, My joy no tongue can tell; And all along the way I'll sing, 'Tis well with me, 'tis well.