Dwight Yoakam - It is well with my soul

When ^Cpeace like a ^Griver attendeth my ^Cway, When ^Dsorrows like sea billows ^Groll. What^Cever my ^Flot, thou hast ^Dtaught me to ^Gsay, It is ^Cwell, it is ^Gwell with^C my soul.

It is ^Gwell, it is ^Cwell, With my ^Gsoul, with my ^Csoul. It is ^Fwell, it is ^Gsuswell ^Gwith my ^Csoul.

My ^Csin, oh the ^Gbliss of this glorious ^Cthought, My ^Dsin, not in part but the ^Gwhole. Is ^Cnailed to the ^Fcross, and I ^Dbear it no ^Gmore, Praise the ^CLord, praise the ^GLord, oh my ^Csoul.

It is ^Gwell, ^G7it is ^Cwell, With my ^Gsoul, ^G7with my ^Csoul. It is ^Fwell, it is ^Gsuswell ^Gwith my ^Csoul.

And ^CLord, haste the ^Gday when the faith shall be ^Csight, The ^Dclouds be rolled back as a ^Gsusscroll^G. The ^Ctrump shall re^Fsound and the ^DLord shall de^Gscend, Even ^Cso, it is ^Gwell with my ^Csoul.

It is ^Gwell, ^G7it is ^Cwell, With my ^Gsoul, ^G7with my ^Csoul. It is ^Fwell, it is ^Gsuswell ^Gwith my ^Csoul.

It is ^Gwell, ^G7it is ^Cwell, With my ^Gsoul, ^G7with my ^Csoul. It is ^Fwell, it is ^Gsuswell ^Gwith my ^Csoul.