Verse 1
When Gpeace, like a Emriver, CattenDdeth my Gway,
When Emsorrows like A7sea billows D7roll;
WhatGever my Clot, Thou has A7taught me to D7say,
It is Gwell, Cit isG well, Dwith my Gsoul.
Verse 2
Though GSatan should Embuffet, though CtriDals should Gcome,
Let Emthis blest aA7ssurance conD7trol,
That GChrist has reCgarded my A7helpless esD7tate,
And hath Gshed CHis own Gblood Dfor my Gsoul.
Verse 3
My Gsin, oh, the Embliss of this CgloDrious Gthought!
My Emsin, not in A7part but the D7whole,
Is Gnailed to the Ccross, and I A7bear it no D7more,
Praise the GLord, Cpraise the GLord, DO my Gsoul!
Chorus
It is Gwell Em D
With my D7soul G
It is Cwell, it is Gwell Dwith my Gsoul.