It Is Well With My Soul

I cannot hear this old hymn of the church enough, especially in light of the life of Horatio Spafford.

The words to this hymn were written in the aftermath of a pair of major traumas in Spafford's life. He lived through the Great Chicago Fire in 1871, which took a tremendous toll on him, financially . Shortly after, while crossing the Atlantic Ocean, Spafford's four daughters died in a collision with another ship. Only his wife survived. Several weeks later, his own ship passed near the spot where his daughters drowned and he wrote these words:

- Words by Horatio G. Spafford, 1873
- Music by Philip P. Bliss, 1876

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 blessed 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.