It Is Well With My Soul
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[C]When peace like a [F]river at[C]tendeth my way
When [G]sorrows like [C]sea billows [G]roll
What[C]ever my [C7]lot, Thou hast [F]taught me to [Fm]say
It is [C]well, it is [G]well with my [C]soul
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It is [G]well (it is well)
With my [C]soul (with my soul)
It is [F]well, it is [C]well [G]with my [C]soul
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[C]Though Satan should [F]buffet, though [C]trials should come
Let [G]this blest as[C]surance con[G]trol
That [C]Christ hath re[C7]garded my [F]helpless es[Fm]tate
And hath [C]shed His own [G]blood for my [C]soul
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[C]My sin, oh the [F]bliss of this [C]glorious thought
My [G]sin, not in [C]part, but the [G]whole
Is [C]nailed to the [C7]cross, and I [F]bear it no [Fm]more
Praise the [C]Lord, praise the [G]Lord, O my [C]soul
When peace like a river attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well with my soul
It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come
Let this blest assurance control
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate
And hath shed His own blood for my soul
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, O my soul
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well with my soul
It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come
Let this blest assurance control
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate
And hath shed His own blood for my soul
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, O my soul
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About This Hymn
It Is Well With My Soul was written by Horatio Spafford after several traumatic events in his life, including the death of his four daughters in a shipwreck.
In 1873, Spafford’s wife and daughters were crossing the Atlantic Ocean when their ship collided with another vessel. All four daughters drowned; only his wife survived. Spafford later traveled to meet his grieving wife, and as his ship passed near where his daughters had died, he was inspired to write these words.
The hymn tune “Ville du Havre” was composed by Philip Bliss, who was so moved by Spafford’s story that he composed the music shortly after reading the poem.