Wednesday, October 28, 2009

It Is Well With My Soul...

IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL…The hymn, ‘It is well with my soul’, has been a tremendous blessing to thousands since it was written in the last century. But the back-story as to why it came to be it even more tremendous. Like so many other blessings, it emerged out of pain. The author, Horatio Spafford put his wife and two daughters on an ocean liner making their way from the east coast to England. Not to long into the voyage, news reached back that the ocean liner had sunk. Horatio waited anxiously for any word as to whether his wife and daughters had survived. After a few days he received a telegram from his wife in England that simply read, “Saved, Alone”! Horatio immediately boarded the next ship to go and be with his wife and grieve their loss. When they got to the place where the previous ship had sunk, the captain came and got Horatio, took him to the rail and told him, “this is where the ship sank. This is where your daughters are”. As he leaned over the rail & stared into the dark waters, the words of this hymn came flowing into his soul. At a time when there should have been nothing but the deepest of lonely grief, there emerged a flow of words & tones that were unexplainable. A gutteral comfort, in the form of a song of surrender. By the way, this hymn has undoubtedly been sung at funerals and times of loss more than any other. Now that we can imagine him on that ship deck that day…Let’s look at the words again:
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”!
May Christ do for us what He did for Horatio…and in the time when grief should reign alone…the pain is tempered with a hymn of comfort. ~Verlon

2 comments:

  1. “Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.”
    Ovid quotes (Ancient Roman classical Poet and Author of Metamorphoses, 43 BC-17)
    What better way to let it out than a sweet song of sorrow to the Lord....

    For Those in Peril on the Sea
    (William Whiting)

    Eternal Father, strong to save
    Whose arm hath bound the restless wave.
    Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep
    Its own appointed limits keep
    Oh hear us when we cry to thee
    For those in peril on the sea.

    O Christ! Whose voice the waters heard
    And hushed their raging at Thy word
    Who walked'st on the foaming deep
    And calm amidst its rage didst sleep.
    Oh hear us when we cry to thee
    For those in peril on the sea.

    Most Holy Spirit! Who didst brood
    Upon the chaos dark and rude,
    And bid its angry tumult cease
    And give, for wild confusion, peace
    Oh hear us when we cry to thee
    For those in peril on the sea.

    O Trinity of love and power
    Our brethren shield in danger's hour
    From rock and tempest, fire and foe
    Protect them wheresoe'er they go.
    Thus evermore shall rise to Thee
    Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.

    note: Written in 1860 after the Reverend William Whiting came
    through a fierce storm.

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  2. Song does seem to get us through the rough spots.
    Reminds me of the singing of Paul in the prison.
    Lifting the darkness into the light.."Sorrow into joy" Good one V...Really Good...

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