This hymn by Horatio G. Spafford (1828-1888) was written after two major tragedies in his life. The first was the great Chicago Fire of October 1871, which destroyed his business. Later, while crossing the Atlantic, all four of Spafford’s daughters died in a collision with another ship. Spafford’s wife Anna survived and sent him the telegram, “Saved alone.” Weeks later, as Spafford’s own ship passed near the spot where his daughters died, he was inspired to write these words:
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, tho’ trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ has regarded my helpless estate, And hath shed His own blood for my soul. It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul.
My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious tho’t: 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! It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul.
And, 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. It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul.
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