Soul Music: Media Monday

Ever have one of those Mondays? I am right now!

How about a story to put things in perspective?

Ville de HavreIn 1873, a husband and father is held up from sea travel from America to England. His wife and four daughters proceed one with the hopes that this trip will help the family recover from the loss of their son to scarlet fever and their livelihood to the Great Chicago Fire. Only tragedy strikes. The ship is hit, sinking within 12 minutes. The unconscious mother is pulled from the water. The daughters lost. The wife’s telegram expresses her hopelessness:

Saved alone. What shall I do…”

How often have I been faced with a situation where I feel alone? And wonder what should I do?

How often have you felt that way?

This man, a devout Christian, took his despair and his hopelessness and gave it to the only One who could help him. He then penned moving words to express his loss and his hope. Later these words would be set to music and touch the hearts of millions in their times of despair and hopelessness.

Horatio Spafford and his wife Anna lost all five of their children and their investments, but they did not loose their faith.

May we too find hope in our faith!

It is Well With My Soul

Lyrics by Horatio G. Spafford

  1. 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, it is well, with my soul.
  2. 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.
  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 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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