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CWhen peace, liGke a riveFr, G7attendetCh my way, When sAmorrows like sDea billows rGoll; WhateCver my lFot, thou hA7ast tDmaught me D7to sGay, "ItC is wFell, iC/Gt is wGell withC my soul."
It is wellC (It is wellG) With my soulG (With my soulC) It is wFell, it is wC/Gell, wG7ith my sCoul.
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. (chorus) My sin, o, the joy 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! (chorus) 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. (chorus) have fun and keep praising the almighty Lord