Refrain
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. Refrain
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! Refrain
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. Refrain
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. Refrain
Besides the beautiful words to this hymn, we can
be even more amazed and blessed when we know of the story behind the
lyrics. This poem was written my Horation Spafford, 1828-1888. He was a
successful lawyer in Chicago who was also a friend of D.L. Moody, the man
who began Moody Bible Institute. He apparently had invested in a lot of
real estate in Chicago and lost it all due to the Great Chicago Fire of
1871. For two years after the fire he used his other resources to help
the homeless people, even though he lost his son about the same time.
In 1873 he and his family, wife and four
daughters, were to travel to Europe and join Moody on one of his
crusades. He was delayed and could not travel with his family; they
sailed ahead and he was to catch up with them later. The ship that his
family was sailing on, the Ville de Havre, was sunk just off the coast of
Newfoundland, when it collided with an English sailing ship. It sunk in a
matter of 12 minutes. All four of his daughters were lost to the sea, and
only his wife Anna was saved, being one of 47 survivors out of hundreds of
passengers. The survivors were picked up and taken to Cardiff, Wales from
where she sent a cable to her husband saying "Saved alone."
It is said that when Horatio Spafford crossed the
Atlantic he wrote these words "When sorrows like sea billows roll -
whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, It is well, it is well with
my soul." The next two verses give the reason why it could possibly be
well with his soul.
Eight years after this tragedy, with his wife and
their two new young daughters they immigrated to the Holy Land, settled in
Jerusalem and established the American Colony to care for the sick
and destitute.
The truth of the death and resurrection of our
Lord is a very practical aid to dealing with life's trials. It is not
merely theoretical, and its truths can help us to say "It is well with my
soul."