It is well with my soul....

My mom recently told me a bit of the story behind the song, "It is well with my Soul." I decided to do a little more research. It was written by a man named Horatio Spafford in 1873. He lost his son in 1871, then in 1873, he and his wife and three girls were planning a trip to Europe. He sent the family ahead, and the ship they were on collided with another ship, and it sunk. All FOUR daughters were killed and the wife, Anna, survived. As he rode a ship across the ocean to meet is wife, he wrote the lyrics to this song. He began writing them at the point in the sea where the ship had sunk with his daughters on it. Like I have said before, we sing songs all the time and never really think about what we were saying. After reading about this, I reread the words, and now have such a greater appreciation for it.

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.

Refrain:
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.