Verse 1
When Cpeace like a river atFtendeth my Cway,|When Amsorrows like Dsea billows Groll;
WhatCever my Flot, Thou hast Dtaught me to Gsay,|“It is Cwell, it is Fwell Gwith Cmy soul”
Chorus
It is Cwell, (it is Gwell,)
With my Gsoul, (with my Csoul,)
It is Fwell, it is Cwell Gwith my Csoul
2
Though CSatan should buffet, though Ftrials should Ccome,|Let Amthis blest asDsurance conGtrol,
That CChrist has reFgarded my Dhelpless eGstate,|And hath Cshed his own Fblood Gfor my Csoul
3
My Csin, oh the bliss of this Fglorious Cthought!|My Amsin, not in Dpart but the Gwhole
Is Cnailed to the Fcross, and I Dbear it no Gmore,|Praise the CLord, praise the FLord, GO my Csoul!
4
And, CLord, haste the day when my Ffaith shall be Csight,|The Amclouds be rolled Dback as a Gscroll;
The Ctrump shall reFsound, and the DLord shall deGscend,|Even Cso, it is Fwell Gwith my Csoul