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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.
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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.
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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!
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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.
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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!
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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.
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Words
By Horatio G. Spafford (1828-1888) This hymn was written
after two major tragedies in Spafford’s life. The first
was the great Chicago Fire of October 1871, which ruined him
financially. Soon 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.
Music
By Philip P. Bliss (1838-1876) Died: December 29, 1876,
Ashtabula, Ohio. Bliss and his wife died in a train wreck
caused by a bridge collapse. He survived the initial impact,
but went back into the flames in an unsuccessful attempt to
rescue his wife.
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