Words by Horatio G. Spafford
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!
Refrain
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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The man that wrote this song had just experienced two major tragidies in his life, The Great Chigago Fire in which he lost all his financial secruity and then he also lost 4 daughters as their ship wrecked while crossing the Atlantic. While making the same voyage that his daughters had made just weeks before, the Lord inspired him to write this beautiful song.
Oh, the grace that the Lord gave this man is amazing. To have written a song that shows such love and trust for God after experiencing these great loses is a great testamony to me.
This song also reminds me a dear friend that lost her one and only child not long after his birth. She so beautifully sang this song in church weeks after his death. Again, what a testimony.
You can hear the song here.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
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