Sunday Post

Hymns are balm to my soul. Poetry and music joined. And this Sunday was Anne Day, apparently, since three of my favorite hymns were sung in church! Unfortunately, I didn't get to belt out the last one, since Little G and I ducked out early to attend a friend's First Communion at another house of worship. (And their hymns? Not so much. Sorry DD) Here are the lyrics to one that just hits the spot. Most people are at least familiar with the first line, but don't know about the whammy those last two verses pack.

It Is Well with My Soul

Text: Horatio G. Spafford

Music: Philip P. Bliss

1. 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, it is well with my soul.

2. 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.
(Refrain)

3. 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!
(Refrain)

4. 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.
(Refrain)

Sounds all maudlin at first, right? Yeah yeah yeah... don't worry, be happy. Whatever. And then, the truth laid bare and the perspective on this life sucker punches you! Plus, it's easy to crank it out reaaaal loud. And with the Husband harmonizing the bass line? Gosh I love congregational singing.

I just feel sorry for the person in the pew in front of me. *eek*