Well With My Soul

Bless the Lord, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name  Ps 103:1

In the late 1800’s,  Chicago attorney, Horation G. Spafford’s only son died at a young age.  Shortly after, he lost his real estate holdings in the great Chicago fire.  Recovering, somewhat, he and his wife and four daughters planned a trip to Europe by boat.  At the last moment, he was detained by business and his wife and girls went on without him.  While at sea, the boat collided with another vessel.  His wife was the only survivor; his four daughters perished at sea.

Rushing to his wife’s side, and in the area of yet another family tragedy, Horatio Spafford penned the classic hymn, “It is Well With My Soul.”  Take a serious moment to absorb this man’s unyielding faith, in the face of what must have looked and felt like an overwhelming loss.  May the Lord’s grace encourage us also to proclaim at all times… It is Well With My Soul!

  1. 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, it is well with my soul.
  2. Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
    Let this blest assurance control,
    That Christ hath 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 the 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.