𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝟸𝟷 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝟺-𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 “𝘚𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴”𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴.𝘤𝘰𝘮 …. 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘺𝘮𝘯𝘴.
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 “Home-going party” filled with singing. And I do mean singing – 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 – 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, “It is well with my soul!”
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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.”
𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘵,
𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦,
𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭:
𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦,
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘴 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!
𝘖 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!
𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭;
𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭!
written by: Horatio Gates Spafford (1828-1888)
