It Is Well With My Soul.

Each week King and I sing a different hymn together before school. I also read a little background information about the hymn and its writer. This past week we sang, "It Is Well With My Soul" by Horatio G. Spafford. 

Horatio, his wife and four daughters were planning a trip to England in the fall of 1873. About the time they were scheduled to leave, urgent business came up for Horatio in New York, so he put his family aboard the steam ship, Ville Du Havre, without him, promising to follow soon.

On November 22, 1873 the Ville Du Havre collided with another ship and sank killing 226 passengers, including all of Horatio's daughters. Among the 47 survivors, was Horatio's wife, who was found barely alive, clinging to a piece of the wreckage. Upon arriving in England, her telegraph to Horatio read, "Saved Alone."

During his voyage to join his wife, Horatio was informed by the captain when they were sailing over the spot where his daughters perished. It was at that place, during those hours, that he said to himself, "It is well with my soul; the will of God be done." 


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.



It is well, 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,

Even so, it is well with my soul.


The tune for this hymn is called "Ville Du Havre" written by Phillip Bliss in 1876.

Information for the story came from Then Sings My Soul: 150 of the World's Greatest Hymn Stories.