Hymn of the Week: Suffering and Praise

This hymn right here is one of my all time favorites. And honestly this one is great inspiration when going through the storms of life. To really understand and receive the full weight of the words read the story behind it. It beckons the question Why do we praise God though the hard times? Because Christ is better, because Christ is infinitely valuable, because God means it for our good. May we always use the hard times to make us realize the day is coming where we will not have to deal with sin& suffering, but we will be with Christ and know his perfection and know a perfect world. Let that day rest in our minds, let it encourage you, let it give you the peace that surpasses all understanding. This will be your witness your unshakeable peace though the storms, and you confidence in Christ alone and his will and his sovereignty.

It is Well with My Soul

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.

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.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with 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!

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with 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.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

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!
Bless'd hope, bless'd rest of my soul!

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with 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, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

words by Ho­ratio G. Spaf­ford