Sunday, July 05, 2009

It Is Well With My Soul

Horatio Gates Spafford wrote this hymn in the late 1800s after he suffered a terrible tragedy. He had sent his wife and four daughters ahead of him to Europe (he had already lost a young son) and planned to join them after he had finished up some business. Sadly, his four daughters died when the boat they were traveling on sank. His wife sent him a telegram which said: "Saved alone." As his ship passed by the spot where his daughters died, he was inspired to write the words to this hymn. He and his wife later had three more children, one son who died in infancy and two more daughters.

It Is Well With My 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, with my soul,
It is well, 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 has 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!

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

But Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.

And Lord, haste the day when my 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.

Horatio Spafford

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