Every time my girls and I come together . I would love singing this song together. my ultimate favorite song

It means so much.

I aint a big fan of Hymns but this song is just heart stirring especially this verse

“My sin – O the bliss of this glorious tho’t –
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!”

I would always end up singing this part during our assemblies in college. Its heartwarming and my eyes would well up with tears everytime I sing it.

My sin was nailed to the cross, not it part but the whole.

Our God is a God of Fullness and completion


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.

Tho Satan should buffet. tho 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 – O the bliss of this glorious tho’t –
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!

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.

It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul),

Horatio G. Spafford
1828 – 1888


The story behind these words are is incredibly saddening,
but also very empowering to read of the strength of the Spafford family.

This hymn was written after many traumatic events in Spafford’s life.
The first was the death of his son at the age of four by scarlet fever.
Shortly after that the Great Chicago Fire took place and ruined him financially-
he had been a very successful lawyer.

Then in 1873 Horatio Spafford planned on traveling to Europe
with his family aboard the SS’Ville du Havre’,
but sent his family ahead since he was delayed by business.

While crossing the Atlantic, the ship that his family was on sank rapidly
after a collision with a sea vessel called the ‘Loch Earn’.
All four of Spafford’s daughters perished while his wife, Anna,
was saved by a plank which floated beneath her unconscious  body and propped her up.
She sent Horatio the now famous telegram, “Saved alone. . .”

Shortly afterwards, Spafford boarded the next ship out of New York to meet his grieving wife.
During his voyage, the captain of the ship had called him to the bridge.
A careful reckoning has been made,” he said,
“and I believe we are now passing the place where the de Havre was wrecked.
The water is three miles deep.”
Horatio Spafford then returned to his cabin
and was inspired to write the lyrics of his great hymn.

It takes incredible faith and courage to acknowledge God in our piercing Pain or in our rocking boat.

Every time I face situations where I can’t handle by myself,

I sing out this song and His presence blankets me and I have this calm assurance that

God is above all our problems and our situations.

Nothing is impossible by GOD.

Remember Bravest  and Strongest Warriors are sent to Fight the Toughest Battle

When your heart is overwhelmed

Lead yourself to the ROCK that is higher than you!

It would be extremely difficult to predict how we would react under circumstances
similar to those experienced by Horatio and his wife,
but we do know that the God who sustained them would be with us
and keep us in the palm of His hand.
The trials Horatio and Anna endured only made them stronger in their faith
and their character.

No matter, what difficulties overtake us,

May we be able to say it’s well with my soul!!

~ parts of the song extracted


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