When hurting or just plain worn out by the challenges of
life, sometimes the last thing we want to do is sing. But the choice to sing to
God, in truth, the very act of singing to God can lift our spirits, bring
cleansing and refreshing to our souls, and encourage us to go on or hold on. The song in itself can be a way of crying out
to God, the One who we are told, “gives us songs in the night.” (Job 35:10).
I recently read the history* of a beloved hymn, “It is well
with my soul.” The hymn was written by
Horatio G. Spafford after several traumatic events in his life, the last of
which was the death of his four daughters. They died while crossing the Atlanitic Ocean after the ship in
which they and his wife were passengers, sank after a collision with a sea
vessel. His wife survived and while travelling to meet her, as his ship passed near where his daughters died, Spafford was inspired to write the lyrics.
I pray
you will find comfort and encouragement in his words (two verses and the refrain are provided below) because
the same God who sustained Horatio Spafford is with you to strengthen and
sustain you in these night seasons of your life. In addition, regardless of how dismal things
seem, you have His promise that it will be well with you. “Say to the righteous
that it shall be well with them, for they shall eat the fruit of their doings”
(Isaiah 3:10; NKJV)
When
peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has 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.
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.
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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