All Saints Music Meditation

It  is well with my Soul

Today's Music Meditation

Cellist Craig Behnke

Pianist: Christa Kowert

HYMN FOR MEDITATION 

“It Is Well With My Soul”

Composer: Matt Riley  

Cellist: Craig Behnke

Pianist: Christa Kowert

This hymn was written after traumatic events in Horatio Spafford's life: First, the death of his 4-year-old son and the Great Chicago Fire of 1871, which ruined him financially (he had been a successful lawyer and had invested significantly in property in the Chicago area that was extensively damaged by the great fire).  His business interests were further hit by the economic downturn of 1873, at which time he had planned to travel to England with his family on the SS Ville du Havre, to help with D. L. Moody’s upcoming evangelistic campaigns.  He sent the family ahead while he was delayed on business concerning zoning problems following the Great Fire. While crossing the Atlantic Ocean, the ship sank rapidly after a collision with a sea vessel and all four of Spafford's daughters died.  His wife Anna survived and sent him the now famous telegram, "Saved alone …". Soon after, as Spafford traveled to meet his grieving wife, he was inspired to write these words as his ship passed near where his daughters had died.  

Original Words 

“It Is Well With My Soul”  

by Horatio Spafford  

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, (it is well), With my soul, (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.

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!

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.

O Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait, The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
O trump of the angel! O voice of the Lord! Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.

And Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,  The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;  The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend –

A song in the night, oh my soul!

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