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Tuning: G C E A
CWhen peace, like a Griver, attendeth my Cway,
When Amsorrows like Gsea Dbillows Groll;
WhatCever my Flot, Thou has Dmtaught me to Gsay,
It is Cwell, Fit is Cwell, Gwith my Csoul.
It is well, it is Gwell, with my soul, with my Csoul,
It is Fwell, it is Cwell, Gwith my Csoul.
CThough Satan should Gbuffet, though trials should Ccome,
Let Amthis blest GassuDrance Gcontrol,
That CChrist has reFgarded my Dmhelpless eGstate,
And hath Cshed FHis own Cblood Gfor my Csoul.
It is well, it is Gwell, with my soul, with my Csoul,
It is Fwell, it is Cwell, Gwith my Csoul.
CMy sin, oh, the Gbliss of this glorious Cthought!
My Amsin, not in Gpart Dbut the Gwhole,
Is Cnailed to the Fcross, and I Dmbear it no Gmore,
Praise the CLord, Fpraise the CLord, GO my Csoul!
It is well, it is Gwell, with my soul, with my Csoul,
It is Fwell, it is Cwell, Gwith my Csoul.
CAnd Lord, haste the Gday when my faith shall be Csight,
The Amclouds be Grolled back Das a Gscroll;
The Ctrump shall reFsound, and the DmLord shall desGcend,
Even Cso, Fit is Cwell Gwith my Csoul.
It is well, it is Gwell, with my soul, with my Csoul,
It is Fwell, it is Cwell, Gwith my Csoul.