Verse 1
When Cpeace like a E7river at-Ftendeth my Cway,
When Fsorrows like Csea billows Groll;
What-Cever my C7lot, Thou hast Ftaught me to Dmsay,
"It is Cwell, it is G7well with my Csoul."
Chorus
It is Amwell Em(it is Fwell)
With my Csoul Am(with my Gsoul),
It is Cwell, it is G7well with my Csoul.
Verse 2
Though CSatan should E7buffet, though Ftrials should Ccome,
Let Fthis blest as-Csurance con-Gtrol:
That CChrist has re-C7garded my Fhelpless es-Dmtate,
And hath Cshed His own G7blood for my Csoul.
Verse 3
My Csin — oh, the E7bliss of this Fglorious Cthought! —
My Fsin, not in Cpart, but the Gwhole,
Is Cnailed to the C7cross, and I Fbear it no Dmmore;
Praise the CLord, praise the G7Lord, O my Csoul!
Verse 4
And, CLord, haste the E7day when my Ffaith shall be Csight,
The Fclouds be rolled Cback as a Gscroll;
The Ctrump shall re-C7sound and the FLord shall de-Dmscend;
"Even Cso," it is G7well with my Csoul.