Friday, 4 September 2009

It is Well With My Soul

I wanted to end this series on hope with a hymn which summed up the Christian hope. Whilst reading various lyrics, I came across a hymn by Horatio Spafford entitled 'It is Well with my Soul'. Reading through the lyrics it was apparent that this was a man who knew that whatever may happen in this life on earth, the peace we can enjoy because of who Christ is and what He has done and what He will yet do, provides a heavenly hope which far outweighs the present.

I then found a video on YouTube which explained the circumstances in which this hymn was written. I was in tears as I read about the tragic events which unfolded in this man's life - but not simply for the tragedy, but for the fact that in spite of this, or maybe because of it, his response was to set his eyes more clearly on his Lord and Saviour.

My prayer is that you will be blessed by this hymn as I have been (full lyrics of the song are below).

It Is Well With My Soul – Horatio G. Spafford, 1873

1. 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.

Refrain:It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

2. 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.

3. 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!

4. 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.

5. 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!

6. 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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