Thursday’s Hymn – It Is Well with My SoulJuly 1, 2010 at 9:47 am | Posted in hymns | Leave a comment
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We heard this sung in church last Sunday in the part of the service we call “Worship Through Song.” It was sung acapella by a woman with a very nice voice, but who was very nervous. She is also part of a family that is going through difficulty and grieving. There are others in the congregation going through the death of a loved one, or a sudden traumatic injury from a car accident or cancer and the pain of chemo-therapy or being jobless with no benefits or unemployment checks. What was more moving still was when people in the congregation began singing along, especially during the chorus. It was worship in the Biblical definition of worship.
I hope the words minister to you today whatever you may be going through. I encourage you to say them out loud to God as a prayer of worship. God bless you.
Stay faithful and hopeful,
Bill (a fellow-laborer)
“…………He wakens me morning by morning, wakens my ear to listen like one being taught.”
– Isaiah 50:4b
“Has not My hand made all these things, and so they came into being?” declares the Lord. “This is the one I esteem: he who is humble and contrite in spirit and trembles at My Word.
– Isaiah 66:2
It Is Well with My Soul
By Horatio G. Spafford (1826-1888)
1. 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 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 hath 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 His cross and I bear it no more! Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
4. 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!