It is well

I’m always moved to worship, when I think how this hymn was born through much suffering and agony of loosing his family while in revival.

I continue to be still before the Lord, asking his help to keep me grounded knowing “it is well! ”

On this fateful day 18/04/2024 I join the country in singing 'It is well with my soul ' 🥺🥺🥺

So blessed by this hymns. Thanks to the host

It is well with my soul in JESUS NAME

Lovely accompaniment for one of my favourite songs.

Beautiful
So beautiful
Well done

Lord, teach me to say, “It is well, it is well with my soul! ”

I always enjoy reading how various writers are inspired by some particular experience to then write a wonderful hymn. Perhaps none was more tragic than the events that inspired Horacio Spafford to compose the words to the beautiful hymn, “When Peace Like a River. “ Spafford was a successful lawyer, and a friend of D. L. Moody, whose investments and assets were largely wiped out by the Great Chicago Fire. His only son also died from scarlet fever. Wanting to have some time away and to regroup, he decided to take his wife and four young daughters on an extended trip to Europe, where he also planned to assist Moody with one of his evangelistic tours. They booked a ship voyage across the Atlantic… But at the last minute, Spafford was delayed by urgent business. He decided to send his family on ahead of himself and planned to re-join them as quickly as he could. His wife and four girls set sail… But several days later he received a rather terse telegram from his wife: “only I survived. ” The ship had collided with another vessel, in the middle of the ocean, which thus sent the ship, and most of its passengers to the bottom of the sea. Somehow his wife was saved. Utterly devastated, Stafford, nevertheless headed out on another ship shortly afterwards to meet his wife. As his ship sailed toward the middle of the Atlantic, the captain told Spafford, “this is right about where the ship went down. “ What an overwhelming feeling must have coursed through his body at that moment, thinking that his dearly beloved young daughters were right, then a mile or so beneath him. Rather than being completely crushed, or perhaps, in spite of it, Stafford returned it to his cabin, and penned these lovely words. I don’t know if he ever fully recovered from his losses…but at that moment, at least, he knew that God was in control, and that the Almighty held him close.

Rev. L. Codington

The true hymns were composed in great suffering by the people of God.

very good