We sang one of my favorite hymns at church on Sunday. It Is Well with My Soul is at the top of my favs list not only because of the words, but because of the story behind it. Horatio Spafford wrote this song after experiencing MANY tragedies (the loss of his son, financial ruin from the Chicago fire, the death of his 4 daughters), and I picture him in that boat in the Atlantic every time I sing this song. It gives me such hope to know that my God is the same now as he was then (1873), and he will give me the same peace to face any struggles in my life. Granted, nothing I am currently (or have ever) dealing with even compares to Spafford's hardships, and if HE can experience such peace, how can I ever complain?
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.
Refrain:
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.
*My other favorite hymn (that I want sung at my funeral) (it was also sung at Lex's) is Hymn of Promise.
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