GodReflection:Is It Well with My Soul?
Thank you for reading over my shoulder as I’ve attempted to reach a more comprehensive understanding of my soul. My trust-confidence level has increased through multiple circles around a complex subject.
Yes, my soul is me. It is designed by God for God. Powered by the Holy Spirit, my soul mates of body, mind and heart move through life’s dark valleys and celestial peaks toward perfect wholeness with Father, Son and Spirit.
As I bring this series of posts to a close I’m drawn to a rich hymn of soul affirmation given to the church in the late nineteenth century. The back story of both lyrics and music connect to deep soul pain. Horatio Spafford penned the lyrics after the death of his four daughters in a shipwreck.
Three years later in 1876, Philip Bliss wrote the music and gave it the name of the fatal ship, the Ville du Havre, that took the lives of the four little girls. One month after the hymn was first sung in public worship, Bliss and his wife died in a tragic train accident after it plunged into an icy river in the state of Ohio.
Yet, in the face of death and destruction their hymn stands as a monument to the indestructibility of the soul that is placed in the care of the Holy.
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 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!
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 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.
It is well with my soul, it is well, it is well with my soul.
My prayer for all who read this blog is that we can join together and sing with complete confidence; It is well with my soul.
Will you join with me?
Dr. Gary J. Sorrells
A GodReflection: Yes, It Is Well with My Soul