July 3, 2005
Have
faith in God –
For what His words afford;
Have faith in God –
Above all else adored;
Have faith in God –
And Jesus Christ our Lord.
Have faith, dear friend, in God.
It is Well With My Soul
Horatio G. Spafford, 1828-1888
God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, even though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; though its waters roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with its swelling. Psalm 46:1-3.
This hymn was written after two major traumas in Spafford’s life. The first
was the great Chicago Fire of October 1871, which ruined him financially (he had
been a wealthy businessman). Shortly after, while crossing the Atlantic, all
four of Spafford’s daughters died in a collision with another ship.
Spafford’s wife Anna survived and sent him the now famous telegram, “Saved
alone.” Several weeks later, as Spafford’s own ship passed near the spot
where his daughters died, the Holy Spirit inspired these words. They speak to
the eternal hope that all believers have, no matter what pain and grief befall
them on earth.
Philip Bliss wrote the music for It is Well With My Soul.
The tune is named after the ship on which Spafford’s children perished, the S.S.
Ville de Havre. Ironically, Bliss himself died in a tragic train wreck
shortly after writing this music.
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, 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, 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, it is well, with my soul.
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.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
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!
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, it is well, with my soul.