It Is Well With My Soul
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O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight
In mid-November 1873, an ocean liner, the Ville du Havre, set sail
From New York, bound for France, with 313 passengers on board. One
Can imagine their festive Atlantic crossing with ribbons of red
Swags of evergreen, and Christmas carols wafting through a dining
Room sparkling with candlelight. In a few days, they would make
Landfall in Europe, just in time for Christmas in Paris. Anna
Spafford and her four little girls were among the delighted
Passengers. They had come from Chicago: Annie, aged 11; Margaret Lee
9; Bessie, 5; and little Tanetta, aged 2. Their father, Horatio
Had intended to sail with them but was detained on business. Not to
Worry, he assured his wife and children; he would book his passage
In a few days, and soon they would be reunited in Paris, the City of
Light, celebrating the season of goodwill. And goodwill is what they
Needed. Two years earlier, the Great Chicago Fire had all but
Destroyed Horatio's business interests, so this journey was intended
To restore hope and bring healing into their lives. Once on board the
Ship, on the evening of November 22nd, Anna and her girls knelt down
Said their prayers, and fell asleep, dreaming of the yuletide
Festivities to come. But, at about 2:00 in the morning, they were
Suddenly jolted awake in their berths. Despite a clear, starry sky
The Ville du Havre had inexplicably collided with the Loch Earn, an
Iron-hulled Scottish clipper. Lifeboats quickly filled with people
Many passengers leapt into the icy waters. Anna tried desperately to
Keep her children together, but the two eldest became separated in
The confusion. Just 12 minutes after the impact, a wave washed over
The deck, and Anna was drawn under, together with her two youngest
Daughters. She held on to 5-year-old Bessie until her strength gave
Out. Her last memory was of 2-year-old Tanetta in her lace nightgown
Torn from her grasp, getting smaller and smaller until she, too
Finally disappeared. Later, the crew of the Loch Earn found Anna
Unconscious, floating on a wooden plank. When the ship docked in
Wales, Anna sent a telegram to her husband. It read, "Saved alone
What shall I do?" Horatio immediately sailed from New York. He
Wrote to a friend, "There is just one thing in these days that has
Become magnificently clear: I must not lose faith." Four days into
His voyage, on a Thursday evening, the captain summoned Mr
Spafford to the foredeck. By the crew's calculations, they were
Nearing the very place where Anna's ship had gone down, taking with
It their four daughters, now resting some three miles below. But
Horatio refused to look down. "I did not think of our dear ones
There," he later recounted. Instead, he gazed out across the rolling
Waves and up into moonlit sky. There and then, he began to formulate
A simple expression of his faith, a verse that would become a hymn
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
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
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
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
Through that harrowing Christmas season of 1873, the Spaffords became
Even more certain that God loves all His children, whoever they are
And whatever tribulations they may suffer. In 1881, the family moved
To Jerusalem and established there an American colony, not far from
The little town of Bethlehem where we celebrated Christmas. Although
Deeply religious, their purpose was not to proselytize but to serve
People of all backgrounds, relieving the effects of poverty, disease
And strife wherever it was found. Seven years later, Horatio himself
Died. Grieving once again, Anna Spafford had every reason to give
Up, but she did not. Every life has contradictions and imperfections
And hers was no exception, but when it mattered most, in her most
Profound spiritual crisis, when all seemed lost, Anna found the
Strength to move forward and to turn outward, to continue the work
She and her husband had begun. And the seed of service which they
Had planted bore sweet fruit indeed. In time, their daughter Bertha
Expanded the Spaffords' humanitarian work with the simple intent
Of rescuing those who had experienced the shipwrecks of life, as
They had. During World War I, she led the way in organizing soup
Kitchens for refugees. She also oversaw hospitals for wounded
Soldiers on all sides of the conflict. One Christmas Eve, on her
Way to Bethlehem, Bertha met a Bedouin man, his ailing wife, and
Their newborn son traveling to Jerusalem by donkey. Later, Bertha
Wrote, "Here stood before me a rustic Madonna and babe, and similar
To Mary's plight, there was no place for them to stay." By the next
Morning, the mother had died, and Bertha was asked to take care of
The child. She agreed. She named the little boy Noel, and within the
Week, she had taken in two more orphaned babies. And so began the
Spafford family's most enduring
Charitable work: a hospital for children
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
The Lord is the day
When by 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
It is well with my soul
With my soul
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
With my soul
With my soul
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight
In mid-November 1873, an ocean liner, the Ville du Havre, set sail
From New York, bound for France, with 313 passengers on board. One
Can imagine their festive Atlantic crossing with ribbons of red
Swags of evergreen, and Christmas carols wafting through a dining
Room sparkling with candlelight. In a few days, they would make
Landfall in Europe, just in time for Christmas in Paris. Anna
Spafford and her four little girls were among the delighted
Passengers. They had come from Chicago: Annie, aged 11; Margaret Lee
9; Bessie, 5; and little Tanetta, aged 2. Their father, Horatio
Had intended to sail with them but was detained on business. Not to
Worry, he assured his wife and children; he would book his passage
In a few days, and soon they would be reunited in Paris, the City of
Light, celebrating the season of goodwill. And goodwill is what they
Needed. Two years earlier, the Great Chicago Fire had all but
Destroyed Horatio's business interests, so this journey was intended
To restore hope and bring healing into their lives. Once on board the
Ship, on the evening of November 22nd, Anna and her girls knelt down
Said their prayers, and fell asleep, dreaming of the yuletide
Festivities to come. But, at about 2:00 in the morning, they were
Suddenly jolted awake in their berths. Despite a clear, starry sky
The Ville du Havre had inexplicably collided with the Loch Earn, an
Iron-hulled Scottish clipper. Lifeboats quickly filled with people
Many passengers leapt into the icy waters. Anna tried desperately to
Keep her children together, but the two eldest became separated in
The confusion. Just 12 minutes after the impact, a wave washed over
The deck, and Anna was drawn under, together with her two youngest
Daughters. She held on to 5-year-old Bessie until her strength gave
Out. Her last memory was of 2-year-old Tanetta in her lace nightgown
Torn from her grasp, getting smaller and smaller until she, too
Finally disappeared. Later, the crew of the Loch Earn found Anna
Unconscious, floating on a wooden plank. When the ship docked in
Wales, Anna sent a telegram to her husband. It read, "Saved alone
What shall I do?" Horatio immediately sailed from New York. He
Wrote to a friend, "There is just one thing in these days that has
Become magnificently clear: I must not lose faith." Four days into
His voyage, on a Thursday evening, the captain summoned Mr
Spafford to the foredeck. By the crew's calculations, they were
Nearing the very place where Anna's ship had gone down, taking with
It their four daughters, now resting some three miles below. But
Horatio refused to look down. "I did not think of our dear ones
There," he later recounted. Instead, he gazed out across the rolling
Waves and up into moonlit sky. There and then, he began to formulate
A simple expression of his faith, a verse that would become a hymn
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
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
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
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
Through that harrowing Christmas season of 1873, the Spaffords became
Even more certain that God loves all His children, whoever they are
And whatever tribulations they may suffer. In 1881, the family moved
To Jerusalem and established there an American colony, not far from
The little town of Bethlehem where we celebrated Christmas. Although
Deeply religious, their purpose was not to proselytize but to serve
People of all backgrounds, relieving the effects of poverty, disease
And strife wherever it was found. Seven years later, Horatio himself
Died. Grieving once again, Anna Spafford had every reason to give
Up, but she did not. Every life has contradictions and imperfections
And hers was no exception, but when it mattered most, in her most
Profound spiritual crisis, when all seemed lost, Anna found the
Strength to move forward and to turn outward, to continue the work
She and her husband had begun. And the seed of service which they
Had planted bore sweet fruit indeed. In time, their daughter Bertha
Expanded the Spaffords' humanitarian work with the simple intent
Of rescuing those who had experienced the shipwrecks of life, as
They had. During World War I, she led the way in organizing soup
Kitchens for refugees. She also oversaw hospitals for wounded
Soldiers on all sides of the conflict. One Christmas Eve, on her
Way to Bethlehem, Bertha met a Bedouin man, his ailing wife, and
Their newborn son traveling to Jerusalem by donkey. Later, Bertha
Wrote, "Here stood before me a rustic Madonna and babe, and similar
To Mary's plight, there was no place for them to stay." By the next
Morning, the mother had died, and Bertha was asked to take care of
The child. She agreed. She named the little boy Noel, and within the
Week, she had taken in two more orphaned babies. And so began the
Spafford family's most enduring
Charitable work: a hospital for children
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
The Lord is the day
When by 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
It is well with my soul
With my soul
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
With my soul
With my soul