Is it well with your soul?
Take the time to read the story of this hymn here.
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.
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.
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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!
Refrain
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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Hoping you have a beneficial Lord’s Day.Mummymac.






August 12, 2007 at 12:56 am
Wonderful hymn…thank you for sharing that! I’ve never heard the 4th and 5th stanzas…
Have a wonderful Lord’s Day…I’ll be thinking of you all!
August 13, 2007 at 10:21 am
I heard this story many years ago but thought that the mother had perished too. I always think of it when we sing that hymn. Thanks for the more accurate version.
Dot
August 13, 2007 at 3:54 pm
It always tears at my heart- and then fills me with praise and thankfulness at the way the Lord keeps His children through the direst of circumstances. And it is a beautiful hymn.
August 15, 2007 at 4:28 pm
This has always been one of my favorite hymns. Thanks for posting it and the story.
August 15, 2007 at 11:30 pm
“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!”
Amen.