Chris Rice - It is well with my soul

^CWhen peace, like a ^G/Briver, attend^Feth my way^C, When ^Amsorrows like ^Dsea billows ^Gsus4roll; ^{G G/B}Whate^Cver my l^Fot, You have t^Daught me to s^Gay, It is ^Cwell, ^Fit is ^Cwell, w^Gith my s^Coul.

It is w^Cell ^G with my s^Goul, ^{C C/E}It is we^Fll, it is we^Gll, with my sou^Cl.

^CThough Satan should bu^G/Bffet, though tr^Fials^G should come^C, ^AmLet this blessed assu^Drance cont^Gsus4rol, ^G That ^CChrist has ^Fregarded my ^Dhelpless es^Gtate, ^G/BAnd has s^Ched Hi^Fs own bl^Cood f^Gor my sou^Fl. ^{C F C}

It is w^Cell ^G with my s^Goul, ^{C C/E}It is we^Fll, it is we^Gll, with my sou^Cl. ^{C/B Am G F G C G}

My s^Cin, oh, the b^G/Bliss of this glor^Fious^G thoug^Cht ^AmMy sin, not in ^Dpart but the ^Gsus4whole, ^G Is ^Cnailed ^C+to the cr^Foss, and I b^Dear it no mo^Gre, ^G/BPraise the L^Cord, p^Fraise the L^Cord, ^GO my so^Cul ^{Csus4 C}

It is w^Cell ^G with my s^Goul, ^{C C/E}It is we^Fll, it is we^Gll, with my sou^Aml. ^{Am/G F C/E}It is we^Fll, it is we^Gll, with my sou^Cl. ^{F C F}

And L^Cord, haste the d^G/Bay when my fait^Fh sh^Gall be si^Cght, ^AmThe clouds be rolled ^Dback as a sc^Gsus4roll; ^G The t^Crump s^C+hall reso^Fund, and the L^Dord shall de^Gscend, ^G/BEven s^Co, ^Fit is we^Cll wi^Gth my s^Coul.

It is w^Cell ^G with my s^Goul, ^{C C/E}It is we^Fll, it is we^Gll, with my sou^Aml. ^{Am/G F C/E}It is we^Fll, it is we^Gll, with my sou^Cl.