It Is Well

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. (2 Corinthians 1:3-5)

Everything seemed to be going well for Horatio Spafford. He was a successful lawyer and businessman and had a young family of seven.

But then everything changed.

In 1870, Horatio, Jr., his only son, died of scarlet fever at the age of four. Then, in 1871, the Great Chicago Fire swept through the city and destroyed virtually everything Spafford owned.

In the Fall of 1873, the family decided to take a trip to England for a vacation. Horatio placed his wife, Anna, and their four young daughters aboard a steamship sailing from New York City to France. In the early morning hours of November 22, the ship was struck by another vessel. 276 people lost their lives, including all four of the Spaffords’ children.

When Mrs. Spafford arrived in England, she sent her husband a telegram. It said: “Saved alone.”

After spending a night in deep anguish, in the morning Horatio turned to a friend and said, “I am glad to trust the Lord when it will cost me something.” He then journeyed across the Atlantic to meet his wife. As the captain announced that they were passing over the place where the ship and his children had been lost, Spafford sat down in his cabin and penned the words to a song that would give comfort to many, 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 (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well,
it is well with my soul

Though Satan would 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.

(Refrain)

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, oh 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.

(Refrain)

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. (Romans 15:13)

TRUST GOD

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