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.
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 has shed his own blood for my soul.
My sin—O 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!
O 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.
Horatio G. Spafford, 1828-1888
Tune: It is Well, Philip P. Bliss, 1876
Sunday, January 23, 2011
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I love this hymn! So thankful that it is well with my soul!
An amazing song especially when you consider the circumstances in which it was written. Have a nice day Dorothy
This is such a wonderful hymn. Looking forward to the day when faith shall be sight.
There are many hymns my Dad loved. This was one of them and it was sung at his funeral by a clergy choir. What a wonderful memory to associate with my Dad's homecoming!
Any time I hear this hymn, I can always hear my grandmother singing over me. As we sit with my dying grandfather, it is a sweet reminder to my spirit.
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