It Is Well - Hymn (Horatio Gates Spafford)

Chords

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

Lyrics

Verse 1
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

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

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