This hymn was written by a Chicago lawyer, Horatio G. Spafford. You might think to write a worship song titled, 'It is well with my soul', you would indeed have to be a rich, successful Chicago lawyer. But the words, "When sorrows like sea billows roll ... It is well with my soul”, were not written during the happiest period of Spafford's life. On the contrary, they came from a man who had suffered almost unimaginable personal tragedy.
Horatio G. Spafford and his wife, Anna, were pretty well-known in 1860’s Chicago. And this was not just because of Horatio's legal career and business endeavors. The Spaffords were also prominent supporters and close friends of D.L. Moody, the famous preacher. In 1870, however, things started to go wrong. The Spaffords' only son was killed by scarlet fever at the age of four. A year later, it was fire rather than fever that struck. Horatio had invested heavily in real estate on the shores of Lake Michigan. In 1871, every one of these holdings was wiped out by the great Chicago Fire.
Aware of the toll that these disasters had taken on the family, Horatio decided to take his wife and four daughters on a holiday to England. And, not only did they need the rest -- DL Moody needed the help. He was traveling around Britain on one of his great evangelistic campaigns. Horatio and Anna planned to join Moody in late 1873.
And so, the Spaffords traveled to New York in November, from where they were to catch the French steamer 'Ville de Havre' across the Atlantic. Yet just before they set sail, a last-minute business development forced Horatio to delay. Not wanting to ruin the family holiday, Spafford persuaded his family to go as planned. He would follow on later. With this decided, Anna and her four daughters sailed East to Europe while Spafford returned West to Chicago.
Just nine days later, Spafford received a telegram from his wife in Wales. It read:
"Saved alone."

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On November 2nd 1873, the 'Ville de Havre' had collided with 'The Lochearn', an English vessel. It sank in only 12 minutes, claiming the lives of 226 people. Anna Spafford had stood bravely on the deck, with her daughters Annie, Maggie, Bessie and Tanetta clinging desperately to her. Her last memory had been of her baby being torn violently from her arms by the force of the waters.
Anna was only saved from the fate of her daughters by a plank which floated beneath her unconscious body and propped her up. When the survivors of the wreck had been rescued, Mrs. Spafford's first reaction was one of complete despair. Then she heard a voice speak to her, "You were spared for a purpose." And she immediately recalled the words of a friend, "It's easy to be grateful and good when you have so much, but take care that you are not a fair-weather friend to God."
Upon hearing the terrible news, Horatio Spafford boarded the next ship out of New York to join his bereaved wife. Bertha Spafford (the fifth daughter of Horatio and Anna born later) explained that during her father's voyage, the captain of the ship had called him to the bridge. "A careful reckoning has been made", he said, "and I believe we are now passing the place where the de Havre was wrecked. The water is three miles deep." Horatio then returned to his cabin and penned the lyrics of his great hymn.
The words which Spafford wrote that day come from 2 Kings 4:26. They echo the response of the Shunammite woman to the sudden death of her only child. Though we are told "her soul is vexed within her", she still maintains that 'It is well." And Spafford's song reveals a man whose trust in the Lord is as unwavering as hers was.
It would be very difficult for any of us to predict how we would react under circumstances similar to those experienced by the Spaffords. But we do know that the God who sustained them would also be with us.
No matter what circumstances overtake us may we be able to say with Horatio Spafford...
- 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.
- Refrain:
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
- Refrain:
- 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.
Oh Lord, may I this day in my particular trial say the words, "It is well, It is well, with my soul."
Please pop by Amy who hosts TSMSS (Then Sings My Soul Saturday) to hear more songs that minister.
Have a blessed weekend.

19 comments:
Incredible. I love to hear stories about why songs were written. What a tragic story.
Thanks for sharing.
I had heard parts of the story behind the song before, but I had also thought he lost his wife. I did not know they had a fifth child.
Blessings
That is an amazing song and it would be even more amazing with a whole choir! What a neat experience!
I've always loved this hymn and the story behind it.
This song has really really special meaning to me and my dh. We held tightly to this song for years after the death of our newborn son. So glad that you shared it.
I always loved the song but never knew the story behind it, Thanks for sharing.
~Michele~
Sita, thank you for sharing "It is Well...." It is such a pure, special song. And thank you for giving us the background to enlighten our understanding of its depth and power. What faith Horatio had!!! I will think of this each time I hear or play it.
Much love. Have a beautiful Sunday!
Andrea
Thanks for posting the history and song and words, Sita. I have read about it before, and it was so sad. But that is a wonderful song he wrote. Blessings ~
Hello to all you lovely ladies...I've been undergoing a tempest of my won and the words.."he hath regarded my helpless estate" in the light of what he was going through surely ministered to me.
I do pray it ministered to you as well. Thank you ALL so mcuh for dropping by with drops of heavenly dew.
Love, Sita
I love this story & this is one of my favorite hymns!
Hope you're doing well Sita. I think of you often.
Love and hugs from Oklahoma!
Val
I just "facebooked" his Amazing Grace piece; I've known the story behind "It is Well" for a while. I can't help but think upon it whenever I add my voice to the mix. Truly I can this night, all is well with my soul. I pray the same for you.
peace~elaien
This is awesome Sita! Made me cry. I just got off the phone w/ Gene and he read it and is now listening to the song. I'm sending it on to my sis-in-law.
Love,
Lelia
Hey Val, Elaine and Lelia...so glad you popped by and blessed by this song and its history..bless u!
Love, Sita
I love this hymn so much and the story behind it. Such a testimony of faith and trust. Romans 2;28.
Its so hard to remember when I am floundering in the slough of despond. Such songs are real life savers.
This song is really beautiful - because of music and because of words.
Heartly greetings for You.
Amrita, I know just what you mean...I was in that slough of despond when I 'found' it...God is good...
Hi Zimbabwe...so glad to see u..so do you understand all the English words?
Even if I don't understand, I have the dictionary :)
I have not been here for a while, so tonight I gave myself the honor of reading several of your past posts. Lovely, so lovely.
The story about the pearls was so beautiful.
And this one, about the hymn penned by Horatio Spafford will always be one of my favorite hymn stories. As a mother, I cannot imagine the depth of this mother's grief and pain.
And yet, the tragedy leads the grieving father to write one of the best hymns ever written.
Thank you for sharing the stories, and the photographs you chose to post with them are so appropriate.
Thank you for so faithfully sharing your insights, dear Sita. Your blog place never fails to lift me up each time I visit...
Love
Lidj
Thank you, Lidj. I am always honored when you visit and make me feel 'worthwhile' (:
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