It Is Well – Hymn (Horatio Gates Spafford)

Verse1
      C                  F   G       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
       C           F    G       C
It is well, it is well with my soul

Chorus
       C            G
It is well (it is well)
         G             C
With my soul (with my soul)
       F           C    G      C
It is well, it is well with my soul

Verse2
        C                           F  G         C
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come
         Am       D         G
Let this blest assurance control
        C           F        D         G 
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate
         C           F      G      C
And has shed His own blood for my soul

Verse3
   C                           F  G      C
My sin - O, the bliss of this glorious thought
   Am            D            G
My sin - not in part but the whole
    C              F          D          G 
Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more
             C               F    G     C
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul


Verse4
      C                           F     G        C
And, Lord haste the day when the faith shall be sight
         Am               D         G
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll
     C            F              D          G 
The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend
     C           F     G      C
Even so - it is well with my soul

Chorus
It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul

Verse 2
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come
Let this blest assurance control
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate
And has shed His own blood for my soul

Verse 3
My sin – O, 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

Verse 4
And, Lord haste the day when the 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