It Is Well In My Soul

It Is Well With My Soul

Hannah unpacks her favourite classic hymn; an inspirational story of fighting for joy in the midst of suffocating grief.

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Hannah Lamont

Hannah Lamont

Hannah is our resident ginger. She is on our leadership team here at The Bridge and in the daytime works for the Civil Service. Enough said! She speaks chinese and is involved with international ministry here in Britain. Hannah is not someone to mess with as she says it how it is. Take a look at what she writes as it holds great wisdom.

Hannah enjoys walking her dog, Charlie.

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It Is Well With My Soul

One of my favourite hymns is ‘it is well with my soul’. (Hillsong Chapel’s version is great, but other versions are available!)

I love this hymn not only because it is beautiful and it takes a soul through the gospel message, explaining the emotion one goes through along the journey to salvation, but because of the story behind it.

This stunning, serene hymn was penned amid the heartbreak suffered by Horatio Spafford in the late 1800s. In 1871, Horatio, a Presbyterian lawyer from Chicago suffered huge financial devastation in the Great fire of Chicago. His finances took a further plummet in the economic downturn in 1873. As a result he chose to move his wife and four daughters to Europe and sent them by boat ahead of him, planning to join them a few days later. Tragedy struck when the boat on which is family sailed was hit and sank. Horatio received a telegram from his wife: “Saved. Alone.” As Horatio travelled the same route, to meet his grieving wife, he passed by the place where his four daughters died and felt moved to write the hymn.

The hymn staggeringly starts with the verse;

“When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to know, It is well, it is well, with my soul.”

Horatio who had had all his worldly wealth and happiness ripped from under his feet understood that while sorrow may surround him, while his heart may be broken, there is a bigger story. And in that bigger story ‘it is well’ with his soul. Horatio had lost so so much but understood that above and beyond all sorrow he could worship his God who restored his soul and promised more to life that what can be experienced in the years Horatio walked the earth. A God who promises salvation of the soul well beyond our bodily lives. It is a challenge for us all. ‘When sorrows like sea billows roll, though Satan should buffet, though trails should come’ are we faithful enough to it is well with my soul’.

"When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to know, 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.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has 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 my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
A song in the night, oh my soul! “

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