It Is Well

Recently on my Creativity page I posted about a wall hanging I did with the saying It Is Well With My Soul.  I had also created a link back to the page about the history about that song.  But I feel like I have more to say about it besides than just showing how I made it!

The story behind the song is really rather remarkable.  It was written by Horatio Spafford but I am not entirely sure of the date.  This man had to go through so much in his life before he wrote it but as you read the story you can tell that is is written out of pure faith, and submission to God.  He lost five children before he wrote the song and one after.  But to still have that much faith and perseverance to serve God after all of that, WOW!  Please check out the link and read about the rest of the story.  

The lyrics make me stop and think, 'Is it really well with my soul?'

Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say, It is well, It is well, with my soul

It Is Well With My Soul

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.

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.

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!

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.

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!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of 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.

Horatio Spafford