(Horatio G. Spafford/Philip P. Bliss) Verse 1: A Bm E E/G# A A/G# When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, F#m B E When sorrows like sea billows roll, A D B E Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say, E/D A/C# D A/E E A 'It is well, it is well with my soul.' Chorus: A E E A It is well, with my soul. (it is well) (with my soul) D E/A E A It is well, it is well with my soul. Verse 2: 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. Verse 3: My sin - oh, the bliss 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, oh my soul! Verse 4: And Lord, haste the day when the 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.