It Is Well With My Soul When peace like a river attendeth my way When sorrows like sea-billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say “It is well, it is well with my soul.” (Chorus) It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul. Though Satan should buffet, tho’ trials should
come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ has regarded my helpless estate, And hat shed His own blood for my soul. (Chorus) My sin—O, 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. (Chorus) 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. (Chorus) ~Horatio Gates Spafford Horatio Gates Spafford (1828 – 1888) Horatio G. Spafford, a forty-three year-old Chicago businessman, suffered financial
disaster in the Great Chicago Fire of 1871.
He and his wife were still grieving over the death of their son, with
scarlet fever, 1880, shortly before the fire, and he realized they needed to get away for
a vacation. Knowing that their friend
Dwight L. Moody was going to be preaching in evangelistic campaigns in
England that fall, Spafford decided
to take the entire family to England.
His wife and four daughters went ahead on the SS Ville du Havre, and
he planned to follow in a few days. November 22, 1873, the S.S. Ville du Havre,
sailing off the coast of Newfoundland, was struck by an English ship named
The Lochearn. But on the Atlantic Ocean the ship was struck by
an iron sailing vessel and sank within twelve minutes. Two hundred and twenty-six lives were
lost—including the Spaffords’ daughters, Maggie, Tanetta,
Annie, and Bessie. Nine days later, when the survivors were brought to shore at
Cardiff, Wales, Mrs. Anna Spafford cabled her husband, “Saved alone.” Spafford booked passage on the next ship. As they were crossing the Atlantic, the
captain pointed out the place where he thought the Ville du Havre had gone
down. That night, Spafford penned the
words “When sorrows like sea billows roll…it is well, it is well with my
soul.” Horatio Gates
Spafford died in 1888 and was buried in the Protestant Cemetery on Mt. Zion.
His soul was now at rest with the Lord, yet his misfortune had not ended. In
one of the later wars between Israel and her Arab neighbors, angry Arab
soldiers who were occupying Mt. Zion emptied some of the graves of the
Protestant Cemetery. Thinking the graves were Jewish, they threw the remains
into the Hinnon Valley below (New Testament Gehenna Valley). One of those
graves belonged to Mr. Spafford. Ironically, thousands of Arab inhabitants of
Jerusalem and the surrounding areas had been helped by the Spaffords and the
Spafford Memorial Children's Hospital throughout the years. When the war was over, the skeletal remains were placed back into the cemetery. An inability to identify the remains, however, resulted in a common grave for approximately six people. Today, if one walks outside the old city walls to the right of the Joppa Gate, up to the entrance of the Jerusalem University College, proceeds upon admittance through the courtyard to the Protestant Cemetery, a tall granite gravestone containing several names can be seen on the right just inside the cemetery. Horatio Gates Spafford's name is at the top of the list. Many folks have paused within this garden cemetery to remember the faith of Horatio Gates Spafford who suffered such disastrous circumstances, but whose life counted for God and others in spite of it all, because it was well with his soul. Ship: NAPOLEON III / VILLE DU HAVRE 1865 Bertha
Spafford Vester was born Bertha Spafford to Horatio and Anna Spafford on
March 24, 1878 in Chicago, Illinois. History of the Text
Our Jerusalem: An American Family in the Holy City, 1881-1949 was first published by
Doubleday & Company Inc. in Garden City, NY, in 1950. This version
has an introduction by Lowell Thomas. · On August 17,
1881, at 9:10 p.m. the Spaffords leave Chicago, Illinois for Jerusalem. We rejoice in the
hope of the glory of God. Not only
so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering
produces perseverance; perseverance, character, and character, hope. Romans 5: 2 -4 Page dedicated in Memory Of Philip & Lorraine Ray Daughter of Dawn Bunnelle
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