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It Is Well With My Soul
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Psalm 146:1 Praise ye the LORD. Praise the LORD, O my soul. Vocals and Sequencing by Jay Droz. Praise the Lord!
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Wed Jul 13, 2011
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This hymn was written after two major traumas in Spafford’s life. The first was the great Chicago Fire of October 1871, which ruined him financially (he had been a wealthy businessman). Shortly after, while crossing the Atlantic, all four of Spafford’s daughters died in a collision with another ship. Spafford’s wife Anna survived and sent him the now famous telegram, “Saved alone.” Several weeks later, as Spafford’s own ship passed near the spot where his daughters died, the Holy Spirit inspired these words. They speak to the eternal hope that all believers have, no matter what pain and grief befall them on earth.
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IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL
Words: Horatio G. Spafford, 1873
Music: Philip P. Bliss, 1876

When (C)peace, like a riv(G)er, at(G7)tendeth my (C)way,
When (Am)sor(G#dim)rows (Am)like sea (G/D)bil(D)lows (G)roll;
(G7)What(C)ever my (F)lot, Thou (A7)hast (Dm)taught me (D7)to (G)say,
It is (C)well, it (F6)is (C)well, (G)with my (C)soul.

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It is (G)well, with my soul,(G7)
It is well, with my soul,
It is (F)well, it is (C)well, (G)with my (C)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.
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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!
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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.
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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!
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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.
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