it is well with my soul
C Am F C
when peace , like a river , attendeth my way ,
Am D G
when sorrows like sea billows roll;
C F D G
whatever my lot , thou hast taught me to say ,
chorus :
C F G C
“it is well , it is well with my soul . ”
F
it is well ( it is well )
G C
with my soul ( with my soul )
F G C
it is well , it is well , with my soul .
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 .
chorus
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!
chorus
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 .
chorus
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!
blessed hope , blessed rest of my soul!
chorus
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 .
chorus
it is well with my soul
C Am F C
when peace , like a river , attendeth my way ,
Am D G
when sorrows like sea billows roll;
C F D G
whatever my lot , thou hast taught me to say ,
chorus :
C F G C
“it is well , it is well with my soul . ”
F
it is well ( it is well )
G C
with my soul ( with my soul )
F G C
it is well , it is well , with my soul .
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 .
chorus
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!
chorus
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 .
chorus
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!
blessed hope , blessed rest of my soul!
chorus
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 .
chorus
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