We sang the hymn, “It Is Well” in church this past weekend (hymns are a rare thing these days, it seems, but I’ll save that discourse for another day), and I once again found myself stirred by the words. The song is a powerful reminder that no matter what may befall me, it is still well with my soul – even (especially?) when things are hard.
If you are unfamiliar with the tragic story that prompted Horatio Spafford to pen this classic hymn, you may want to take a minute to read about it here.
I’ll conclude with the full lyrics (which I found on Genius.com) for your own personal contemplation, but for emphasis, I have highlighted certain words and concepts in bold:
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
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 hath 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
That, 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!