Christian - It is well with my soul

When p^Geace lik^Eme a river att^Cende^Dth my wa^Gy When s^Emorrows like s^Aea billows r^Doll What^Gever my l^Cot, Thou hast t^Aaught me to s^Day It is w^Gell, it is w^Cell w^Dith my s^Goul

It is w^Gell (^Dit i^Cs wel^Gl) With m^Gy soul (w^Dith m^Cy sou^Gl) It i^Gs we^Cll, it is we^Gll wi^Dth my s^Goul

Though S^Gatan should b^Emuffet, though tri^Cals^D should co^Gme Let this ^Emblest ass^Aurance con^Dtrol That Chr^Gist has rega^Crded my h^Aelpless es^Dtate And has s^Ghed His own ^Cblood f^Dor my s^Goul

My ^Gsin - O, the^Em bliss of this glo^Crio^Dus thou^Gght My ^Emsin - not in p^Aart but the w^Dhole Is n^Gailed to the cr^Coss and I b^Aear it no m^Dore Praise the Lo^Grd, praise the L^Cord, ^DO my s^Goul

And, L^Gord haste t^Emhe day when the fai^Cth sha^Dll be sig^Ght The cloud^Ems be rolled back ^Aas a scrol^Dl The t^Grump shall re^Csound and the L^Aord shall d^Descend Even ^Gso - it is w^Cell wi^Dth my s^Goul