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 has regarded my helpless estate,
And has shed his own blood for my soul.My sin–O 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!O 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.
Horatio Spafford was a Presbyterian layman from Chicago in the 19th century. He was a lawyer by profession, and held considerable real estate on the shore of Lake Michigan just prior to the great Chicago Fire of 1871, which wiped those holdings out. He penned the words to this hymn sometime shortly after the drowning at sea of his four daughters late in 1873.
“It Is Well With My Soul” is this week’s offertory music (found in the sidebar), and was presented by David Hoyt.