I have always loved this hymn. It was sung at my maternal grandfather's funeral. We chose it for Gordon's internment. I never knew the story behind the words. I thank God for people who have gone through loss...to know that they have weathered the storm.
It Is Well With My Soul (Horatio Spafford)
By Ray Trygstad
A Sermon for April 13, 1997
Wesley United Methodist Church, Naperville, Illinois, USA
May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord our strength and our Redeemer. Amen.
This is a tale of a Chicago businessman named Horatio Spafford. Horatio had a successful law practice, had invested wisely in downtown Chicago real estate, and was a prominent church leader. He was a friend of Dwight Moody (founder of Moody Bible Institute), and a man who truly lived his faith. In the wake of the great Chicago fire in 1871, despite the loss of great deal of his own investments and the recent death of their son, Spafford and his Norwegian-born wife, Anna, dedicated themselves to helping those who had been impoverished by the devastation of their city. After years of laboring in the Lord's vineyards, they were exhausted and decided to join Moody and Ira Sankey in one of their campaigns in Great Britain and to take a well-earned vacation in Europe.
The Spaffords and their four daughters booked passage on the steamship Ville de Havre sailing from New York. Spafford was delayed in Chicago by business, but told his wife and daughters to go ahead and planned to join them later. For some reason that he was unable to explain, at the last moment he changed their stateroom from amidships to near the bow of the vessel. Anna and the girls sailed, and halfway to Europe an English sailing ship collided with their ship amidships. Had they been in their original stateroom, all would have been killed. As it was, Anna and the four little girls were cast into the inky black sea. She frantically tried to save them but although she briefly grasped the hem of the nightgown of one of them they all slipped away. Anna was found floating unconscious on a piece of wreckage and was rescued. The ship had sunk in minutes and of the hundreds aboard, only forty-seven were rescued.
Back in Chicago, Spafford received a heart-rending telegram of only two words: "Saved Alone". He immediately sailed for Europe. As he was enroute, the captain of the ship he was sailing on called him to the bridge. Pointing to the chart, the captain told him that they were just passing the spot where the Ville de Havre had gone down. As Horatio walked the deck in his sorrow, his faith was all that sustained him. It nearly moves me to tears each time I contemplate the depth of his loss. But he was overtaken by a feeling of peacefulness as he realized that he would see his daughters again in heaven. As he watched the waves rolling on the ocean he recalled the words of Isaiah 66:12, "For thus says the Lord, I will extend peace to her like a river..." and penned the words that have come down to us as one of our most enduring hymns:
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows, like sea-billows, roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
Chorus
It is well, it is well with my soul!
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul!
My sin, O the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part, but the whole,
Is nailed to His Cross, and I bear it no more;
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I have heard the story behind this song before, and thought as we sang it at Gordon's interment how appropriately chosen it was. I'm glad you found the story as well.
This is also my favorite song. It's the only song that i've requested be sung at my funeral. They can sing other songs too, as long as this one is first.
I'm sure this is many people's favorite song--it is mine too and thankyou for the background of the song. Praying for you,
Sharon Parker
This is my favourite hymn too. I particularly like the second verse: 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, oh my soul.
Robin
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