It Is Well With My Soul

On Sunday while attending church, they shared about this hymn, It is well with my soul. As they showed the short video the tears rolled down my face and my heart was racing. Not only do I understand what Mr Spafford went through after we lost our little Joanna Grace, but the peace and love that God sent and showered us with is inderscribable which is evident as you hear the words of this hymn. This hymn was heaven sent to Mr Spafford and it really does speak of hope that all of us have as believers, no matter what the pain and grief become us, God's love and peace are given and freeily. Hope you are blessed as much as I was.

Mr Spafford wrote this in 1871. He had lost his only son, then shortly after his son's death he lost everything in the great Chicago fire. So he decided to send his 4 daughters and wife on a holiday, as they were in a ship in the Atlantic their ship collied with another and sank. His wife was one of the only 12 survivours. He lost all his 4 daugthers. As he went to bring his wife home and his boat sailed past the area of where the ship had gone down with his daughters, the Holy Spirit fell on him in power and he wrote the incredible words to "It is well with my Soul".


IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

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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.

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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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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.

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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!
Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!

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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.

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