Fantastic story.
Thank you for posting this.
Those who have made peace with God can be confident that all is well. No matter how bad it is here, we cannot even begin to grasp how good it will turn out in the end. God will set things aright for those who love Him. What could possibly be better than that? Nothing.
I’ve just never been fond of this hymn.
Just before departing NYC Horatio had his family moved from a lower deck on the ship to rooms nearer the surface.
Horatio and his wife went to have two more children, I believe, and they moved to the Holy land starting a mission there.
After the great Chicago fire (where his business properties were destroyed) they made their home a rescue mission where many who had been displaced could come, live and be fed. They were exhausted by the demands of ministry and thus the move to Europe. The girls were going to be schooled in England (I think) for at least one year.
H G Spafford died in the Holy Land where the family had quite an impact manifesting the Love of Christ.
Throughout their lives the H G Spafford family showed hospitality to anyone in need that they met.
George Beverly Shea used to sing this frequently at Billy Graham’s rallies. Was one of my mom’s favorites and we played it at her memorial service.
Inispiring! Such a story! Thank You!! Amen!
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.
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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.
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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!
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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.
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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!
Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!
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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.
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