IT IS WELL
One of my favorite hymns is entitled
“It is Well with My Soul,” written in 1873 by Horatio G. Spafford. I thought it would be somewhat inspirational
to ‘sing’ it along with you this morning.
Take courage, sisters and brothers, your current circumstances notwithstanding. YOU are who GOD says you are, not others, not
your conditions, not your circumstances, not your bank accounts, and certainly not
your aches, pains, trials, or troubles.
So prayerfully reflect and that reality, and sing these powerful, scripturally-based
lyrics along with me:
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.
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…it is well…
It is well…it is well…
With my soul…with my soul…
It is well…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 hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath 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!
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.
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!
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 the 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.
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.
Refrain
It is well…it is well…
It is well…it is well…
With my soul…with my soul…
It is well…it is well…with my soul.
It is well…it is well…with my soul.
II
Corinthians 1:3-4 (NKJV)
Blessed be the God and Father of our
Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who
comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who
are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by
God.
May the comforting presence
of the Holy Spirit surround and sustain you, now and evermore.
Sisters and brothers, be continually
blessed, and please (above all else) MAKE SURE YOU ARE READY TO MEET OUR SOON
COMING KING. Maranatha!
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