๐๐ข๐บ ๐ธ๐ท ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข ๐บ-๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฌ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง โ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ท๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ดโ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด.๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ โฆ. ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ง๐ข๐ท๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ด.
I will never forget singing this hymn at the funeral of a dear friend who lost her battle with cancer. In our estimation, she was called from this earth far too soon. Her mark on each life that packed the church that day was palpable.
But the occasion was far from somber! Instead, it was a boisterous, joyful celebration to praise the Lord for her life well-lived, so beautifully and perfectly used by Him to touch hearts and draw so many to Jesus.
It was a โHome-going partyโ filled with singing. And I do mean singing โ the kind that compels you to stand and join in! As the voices swelled around me, even as we sobbed our way through several of the lyrics, I never remember singing with a fuller voice or a fuller heart.
This is the reality we know deep within โ even when our worst nightmare unfolds, even when leaving this earthly scene brings sorrow and pain, because of our Savior, IT IS WELL WITH OUR SOULS! Because of the Lord Jesus, death brings life and joy and hope and peace!
May today be the day you join the chorus and sing with full assurance and a full voice from a full heart of praise and confidence, โIt is well with my soul!โ
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๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ณ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ,โฃ
๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ด ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ;โฃ
๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ต, ๐๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ข๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ข๐บ,โฃ
“๐๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ, ๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ.”โฃ
โฃ
๐๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ข๐ต๐ข๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ต, โฃ
๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ข๐ญ๐ด ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ,โฃ
๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ญ:โฃ
๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐๐ฉ๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ณ๐ฆ๐จ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ต๐ฆ,โฃ
๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐๐ช๐ด ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ.โฃ
โฃ
๐๐บ ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ฉ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐จ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต!โฃ
๐ฎ๐บ ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ, ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ,โฃ
๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ข๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ณ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ;โฃ
๐ฑ๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ, ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ, ๐ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ!โฃ
โฃ
๐ ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ, ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ โฃ
๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ง๐ข๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต,โฃ
๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ข๐ด ๐ข ๐ด๐ค๐ณ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ;โฃ
๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ โฃ
๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ;โฃ
๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฐ, ๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ!โฃ
โฃ
๐๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ;โฃ
๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ, ๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ!
written by: Horatio Gates Spafford (1828-1888)
the cover of His Presence 