It Is Well With My Soul
«C Major»
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."
(No Chord)It is well (It is well)
(No Chord)With my soul (With my soul)
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.
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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!
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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.
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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!
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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.
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With Chords
«C Major»
When ‹C›peace, like a ‹Am›river, at‹F›tend‹G7›eth my ‹C›way,
When ‹Am›sorrows like ‹D›sea billows ‹G›roll;
What‹C›ever my ‹F›lot, thou hast ‹D›taught me to ‹G›say,
"It is ‹C›well, it is ‹F›well ‹G7›with my ‹C›soul."
(No Chord)It is well (‹C›It is ‹G›well)
(No Chord)With my soul (‹G7›With my ‹C›soul)
It is ‹F›well, it is ‹G7›well, ‹G7›with my ‹C›soul.
Though ‹C›Satan should ‹Am›buffet, though ‹F›tri‹G7›als should ‹C›come,
Let ‹Am›this blest as‹D›surance con‹G›trol,
That ‹C›Christ has re‹F›garded my ‹D›helpless es‹G›tate,
And hath ‹C›shed His own ‹F›blood ‹G7›for my ‹C›soul.
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My ‹C›sin, oh, the ‹Am›bliss of this ‹F›glori‹G7›ous ‹C›thought!
My ‹Am›sin, not in ‹D›part but the ‹G›whole,
Is ‹C›nailed to the ‹F›cross, and I ‹D›bear it no ‹G›more,
Praise the ‹C›Lord, praise the ‹F›Lord, ‹G7›O my ‹C›soul!
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For ‹C›me, be it C‹Am›hrist, be it ‹F›Christ ‹G7›hence to ‹C›live:
If ‹Am›Jordan a‹D›bove me shall ‹G›roll,
No ‹C›pang shall be ‹F›mine, for in ‹D›death as in ‹G›life
Thou wilt ‹C›whisper Thy ‹F›peace ‹G7›to my ‹C›soul.
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But, ‹C›Lord, 'tis for ‹Am›Thee, for Thy ‹F›coming ‹G7›we ‹C›wait,
The ‹Am›sky, not the ‹D›grave, is our ‹G›goal;
Oh ‹C›trump of the ‹F›angel! Oh ‹D›voice of the ‹G›Lord!
Blessèd ‹C›hope, blessèd ‹F›rest ‹G7›of my ‹C›soul!
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And ‹C›Lord, haste the ‹Am›day when my ‹F›faith ‹G7›shall be ‹C›sight,
The ‹Am›clouds be rolled ‹D›back as a ‹G›scroll;
The ‹C›trump shall re‹F›sound, and the ‹D›Lord shall de‹G›scend,
Even ‹C›so, it is ‹F›well ‹G7›with my ‹C›soul.
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