I heard this song a year ago. But it took a while for the meaning to resonate within me. There was no aha moment, as in I just love this song. And then I read the story behind it and I have to confess it has become one of my favourite hymns. The song was written by a man who had everything and lost it all. Yet through the calamities that befell him, he remained faithful to his God and decreed, it is well with my soul.
It is a story of hope and faithfulness and a blinding trust that God knows all things and all the things that God does are the best for His people. If you asked me a year ago, I’m not sure I would have responded the same way to similar misfortunes. There is a big picture, we just can’t see it. But I’m on a learning journey and today I am learning to trust the Lord that everything that comes my way is God’s Will for me. Learning to realize that I have choices to make and that I am responsible for the consequences of my choices. It’s not easy to be so trusting. The journey is ongoing. I’ve come a long way from the person I was and now I can honestly say, it is well with my soul, hence the tagline to this blog. I truly believe that my God knows whats’ best for me!
You can hear the song at this link – it is well with my soul lyrics – Bing video
You can read the background story from Wikipedia at this link: It is well with my soul – background story
And here are the – lyrics:
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.
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.
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!
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.