it is well

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"whatever my lot,
thou hast taught me to say
it is well, it is well ,with my soul."
Horatio Spafford

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One of my favorite worship songs that we sing at Rock City is "It Is Well" by Bethel Music sung by Kristene Dimarco. I listen to it constantly in my car and the rest of that album actually. 

Even more than this song though I love the song "It Is Well With My Soul" by Horatio Spafford. That Hymm is one of my all time favorites. The story behind the song is the most incredible part. 

Spafford  planned a trip for his family to take a European tour after he had some financial trouble in 1871 and 1873. After a business delay he sent his wife and four daughters on a ship ahead and he planned to join them later. The ship carrying his family sank after it collided with another ship.  While his wife survived his four daughters did not. Spafford wrote the lyrics to "It Is Well With My Soul" as he crossed the place where the ship sank and his daughters lost their lives. 

To think that Spafford could write these words even though his four daughters died at sea. To think that he could say it was well with his soul even though he lost so much. To think that he was able to praise the Lord even in his darkest hour. 

Now my "trials" do not seem so hard to bear. And I need to remind myself to praise the Lord and know that it is well. 

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 has regarded my helpless estate, 
and hath shed his own blood for my soul. 
(Refrain) 

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! 
(Refrain) 

And, Lord, haste the day when my 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. 
(Refrain)