One of my favorite hymns is "It is Well." Here's a little background information behind the hymn:
"It is Well" was written by Horatio Spafford. Before writing this hymn, he suffered tremendous loss. In 1871, his youngest son died at the age of four. Following that, Horatio Spafford lost all his financial wealth in a fire. In 1873, his wife and two daughters were involved in a shipwreck crossing the Atlantic, and, although his wife survived, the wreck killed his two daughters. While crossing the Atlantic to be with his wife, Horatio Spafford wrote this hymn, praising God even amid his difficult earthly circumstances.
The background story of this hymn gives me chills every time I read it. When I listen to the hymn, I can't help but feel utter joy, despite what happens to me on earth. I know that it is well with my soul because Jesus Christ has taken ownership of me. I am His, and He is mine. No power on this earth can ever take that away from me. How freeing is that! Through any situation, through any hardship or trial, through the joys and the sorrows, I can honestly say "It is well, it is well with my soul."
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.
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.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with 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!
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with 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.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
"It is Well" was written by Horatio Spafford. Before writing this hymn, he suffered tremendous loss. In 1871, his youngest son died at the age of four. Following that, Horatio Spafford lost all his financial wealth in a fire. In 1873, his wife and two daughters were involved in a shipwreck crossing the Atlantic, and, although his wife survived, the wreck killed his two daughters. While crossing the Atlantic to be with his wife, Horatio Spafford wrote this hymn, praising God even amid his difficult earthly circumstances.
The background story of this hymn gives me chills every time I read it. When I listen to the hymn, I can't help but feel utter joy, despite what happens to me on earth. I know that it is well with my soul because Jesus Christ has taken ownership of me. I am His, and He is mine. No power on this earth can ever take that away from me. How freeing is that! Through any situation, through any hardship or trial, through the joys and the sorrows, I can honestly say "It is well, it is well with my soul."
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.
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.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with 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!
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with 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.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
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