Even So, It is Well with My Soul

July 15, 2016 | Tags: , ,

lightstock_66203_xsmall_courtney_silbermanWe have this hope as an anchor for our lives, safe and secure.

-Hebrews 6:19a

No matter what we may face today, we need to get ourselves back to the foundation of our faith–the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus Christ on the cross. It will be an anchor for our lives each and every time we take a moment to reflect on it. Jesus went before us in suffering. He knows what we are going through. He laid His life down in order that we may have life in Him. He submitted to the will of the Father and offered Himself as a living sacrifice. He trusted in the Father’s promise that death would not get the final victory, but that Jesus would be raised to life to show His triumph over sin and death. He did this for us. And now, if we have entered into this covenant of His blood shed on the cross, we have eternal life, as well as a Savior and Counselor to guide us through every step.

It would be an understatement to describe the world today as tumultuous. More than ever, we need to remember the hope we have in Jesus. He is the Hope of the World–the only hope, I might add. And if you are in Christ, Christ lives in you. You are secure for all eternity. You and I can rest in the truth, knowing whatever trials may come, Jesus has secured the victory forever.

 “Though the mountains move and the hills shake, My love will not be removed from you and My covenant of peace will not be shaken,” says your compassionate Lord (Isaiah 54:10). We have the peace of God to carry us through. Rest in His peace. Rest in His outstretched arms and mighty hand to deliver you. Proclaim today, “Even so, it is well with my soul!”

It is Well with My Soul

Horatio G. Spafford (1873)

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.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath 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 the 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.

By Courtney Silberman

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