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Tuning: E A D G B E
[INTRO] C [VERSE 1]
When pCeace like a river aFttenGdeth my Cway When sAmorrows like sDea billows rGoll WhatCever my lFot, Thou hast tDaught me to sGay It is wCell, it is wFell wGith my sCoul
[CHORUS]
It is wCell (it is weGll) With my sGoul (with my sCoul) It is wFell, it is wCell wGith my Csoul
[VERSE 2]
Though SCatan should buffet, though tFriaGls should Ccome Let this Amblest assDurance conGtrol That ChrCist has regaFrded my hDelpless esGtate And has sChed His own Fblood fGor my sCoul
[VERSE 3]
My Csin - O, the bliss of this gFlorGious thCought My Amsin - not in pDart but the wGhole Is nCailed to the crFoss and I bDear it no mGore Praise the LoCrd, praise the LFord, GO my sCoul
[VERSE 4]
And, LCord haste the day when the fFaith sGhall be sCight The cloudAms be rolled back Das a scrolGl The tCrump shall reFsound and the LDord shall dGescend Even Cso - it is wFell wiGth my sCoul