It is well

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!"
  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
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live;
  If dark hours about me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
  Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
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Kendal Miller

Star City, AR, United States

This song has always been special to me since I found Jesus. The phrase that says “that Christ hath regarded my helpless estate, and hath shed His own blood for my soul, ” often makes me cry. That was how it was. I was so helplessly bound by sin till Jesus came.


Tammie Beasley

Daingerfield, Texas, United States

“ 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! ”

Yes, praise the Lord! He forgave it all and continued to forgive. Praise the Lord!

If anyone is unaware of the story behind this song—look it up! It will put everything into glorious perspective.

God bless!


Nelson K

Sydney, Australia

Whatever my lot Thou hast taught me to say, “It is well, it is well with my soul! ”


Dawn Citto

Cape Town, Western Cape, South Africa

Amen, Amen & Amen. - Christ has regarded our HELPLESS Estate...

but HE shed HIS own blood for our souls.... Praise the Lord for such a Christ, this makes His Human Living, Crucifiction, Resurrection, Ascension

and then becoming the Life-Giving so much more REAL

now HE Lives in us, Lord JESUS YOU are alive in us - You Are Marvellous! Wonderful! Glorious! Victorious! Praise You, Praise You ceaselessly we Praise YOU!


Kola Ojo

Lagos, Nigeria

I lost my husband to sudden death to no previous illness while he was playing lawn tennis this January.

This song minister to my soul so much that if am lonely and I sing this song I have assurance that is well with my soul.


Steve Huey

Zillah, WA, United States

My father has just died. I feel grief. He rests beside my mother awaiting the resurrection. The words and music bless me more so now.

1 Thessalonians 4:13-18 is soon and certain.


Blessed Amagwula

Belize, Belize

Thank you Jesus for 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!

Thank you Jesus for 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.


Francis Y Chow

Church In Anaheim, California, United States

Hallelujah! 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.


Yovan

India

Lovely


Ana Lara

United States

This hymn was written by a Chicago Presbyterian layman, Horatio G. Spafford, born in North Troy, New York, on October 20, 1828. As a young man he established a successful law practice in Chicago. Even though he became wealthy, he still maintained a humble heart and continued in Christian service. He had a close relationship with D. L. Moody and other evangelical leaders of the times. George Stebbins once said of him, “ A man of unusual intelligence and refinement, deeply spiritual, and a devoted student of the Scriptures. ”

A few months before the Chicago fire of 1872, Spafford had invested in real estate on Lake Michigan’s shore and had lost all his money on the venture. Before that, his only son had died. In 1872, he decided to to go with his wife and four daughters on a European family trip by way of a ship called the “S. S. Ville du Havre, ” as well as join Moody and Sankey in one of their campaigns in Great Britain. At the last minute, a business opportunity arose and he decided to stay behind and send his wife and daughters on ahead as planned. On November 22 the ship was struck by the “Lochearn, ” an English vessel, and sank in twelve minutes. Several days later the survivors landed in Cardiff, Wales, and Mrs. Spafford cabled her husband, “Saved alone. ” Spafford left by ship to meet up with his bereaved wife. It is speculated that on the sea near the area where it is thought his daughters had drowned, Spafford wrote this text with words that expressed his own grief-“When sorrows like seasons billows roll... ”. He focuses however not on his sorrows but on Christ’s redemptive work in the third stanza and His glorious second coming on the fourth stanza. Horatio could write these words “It is well with my soul” despite his enormous suffering only by experiencing the grace of God abundantly.

Towards the end of his life, Spafford went through a time of mental illness which prompted him to go to Jerusalem under the delusion that he was the second Messiah. He died there in 1888 at the age of 60.

Phillip P Bliss was so impressed with the experience and expression of Spafford’s text that shortly after he wrote the music for it, first published in one of the Sankey-Bliss hymnal, “Gospel Hymn Number Two, ” in 1876.

Bliss was a writer of gospel songs throughout his lifetime. In most cases here wrote both the text and the music for the hymns.