It Is Well With My Soul

Who knew this song had more than 4 verses? I didn't. I knew the ones that appear in the hymnal (that's the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and last). There are another 2 verses! And they're just as good as the others! My favorite part from these 2 verses I never knew about before is in verse 5. The first two lines, "But Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait/ The sky, not the grave, is our goal." The sky, not the grave, is our goal! Yes, amen! I love it.

It Is Well With My Soul

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, 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.

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.

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!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of 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.

This song is so often sung in such a depressing sounding way. I know the circumstances in which Horatio Spafford wrote it were depressing. The first verse yes does contain a little bit of that sadness but look at all the rest. It should be such a joyous song. Christ has regarded my helpless estate, and has shed His own blood for my soul. For my soul! No matter what comes along Christ see is it. I can't save myself. Christ died for me. My sin, not in part, but the whole. Yes, all of it! Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more. Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh my soul. Praise the Lord! Not in part, the whole! I bear it no more! I want to shout this out! Be it Christ hence to live! The sky, not the grave, is our goal! The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend! It is well with my soul. Yes, all this is well with my soul! I am saved by Christ!