Lenten Series: It Is Well with My Soul

My list of hymns has been referred to several times today, prayed over, and even played over the piano keys. Playing piano is another way I find to pray, and that helped me narrow it down to two choices.

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But I just wasn’t sure.

Until I read an on-line friend’s prayer request for her friends who lost their four oldest children in a house fire tonight.

A gut-punch if there ever was one. And as the mom of four daughters, the number four hits extra tender places in my heart.

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One beautiful early summer evening several years ago, our local Christian radio station asked for prayer for a family who had lost four daughters in a car accident on the way to their sister’s wedding rehearsal. Though I don’t know the family, the on-going pain of that loss is unimaginable. Not just each life, but the special interaction as little girls grow up to be friends.

Though I’ve always loved this song, especially the refrain with the echo “It is well”, when I heard the story of Horatio Spafford, it became a song of comfort, balm, and healing whenever I hear it.  Booking a vacation in England for his wife and four daughters following the loss of their son, and most of his real estate in the Chicago fire, he received word that their ocean liner had collided with another vessel and all four daughters were lost at sea.

When Horatio went to comfort his wife—on a boat, of course back in 1873—he wrote these words. When you know his story, how can the faith and trust of this grieving father not encourage your own faith?

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It Is Well with My Soul

Horatio Spafford

  1. 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, it is well with my soul.
  2. Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
    Let this blest assurance control,
    That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
    And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
  3. 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!
  4. 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.
  5. 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!
  6. And 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.
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