a far wiser follower of Christ once wrote this song a long time ago. he had lost his family to tragedy and yet found within him some kind of courage and faith to stand by everything he believed. HIs words I imagine must have been so incredibly loaded with pain and tears as they found themselves immortalised in paper and in music. Yet these same words helped sustain him and bring hope to many others who hear it decades on.
I pray I will always learn from his example in all my problems - big and small.
It's one of my favourite hymns by far and a good thing to remember post weekend angst:
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
It is well (It is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul
My sin, O the joy 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
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
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