Tuesday, April 13, 2010

It is well with my soul


My very favorite hymn is It Is Well With My Soul.  Do you know the story behind the song?

This hymn was written after several traumatic events in Horatio Spafford’s life. The first was the death of his only son in 1871, shortly followed by the great Chicago Fire which ruined him financially (he had been a successful lawyer). Then in 1873, he had planned to travel to Europe with his family on the S.S. Ville du Havre, but sent the family ahead while he was delayed on business concerning zoning problems following the Great Chicago Fire. While crossing the Atlantic, the ship sank rapidly after a collision with a sailing ship, the Loch Earn, and all four of Spafford's daughters died. His wife Anna survived and sent him the now famous telegram, "Saved alone." Shortly afterwards, as Spafford traveled to meet his grieving wife, he was inspired to write these words as his ship passed near where his daughters had died.



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.

I love the part highlighted in pink.  My old self, every part, is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more!
I do not live under condemnation.  I am no longer who I once was.  The Holy Spirit has taken up residence in me and I am free of the sin that so easliy ensnares.  Praise God!
So when the waves are crashing all around, you can still say, it is well with my soul.
Blessings,
E.W.


3 comments:

Timeless and Treasured, Photography by Heather said...

I've heard this story before and I always think of it when I hear this song.... so powerful.

webbmom said...

I believe this hymn can surround us with comfort when we are grieved. I pray it continues to do this for you:)

WARRIOR CHIC said...

You two are so sweet! THank you for your encouragement!