Sarophina
Well-Known Member
We were listening/ meditating on this song a few weeks ago. It is beautiful!! Hmm a favorite song:scratch, girl that is too hard for me to answer. I have so many
depending on what's going on, moods, etc. I guess if I had to pick it would be two (I just can't follow instructions can I?
) old songs from the 19th century
. They are It is Well with My Soul and Come Ye Disconsolate. Not only are there some very inspiring stories behind the composers but, I strive daily to maintain the mindset of those lyrics. When I am old and gray I want to be able to sing these with 100% truth as I reflect. When my family is laying my remains to rest, I want them to sing this and KNOW that I am waiting for them to join me at their appointed times and that all is well- cause I finished my race
. http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/c/y/cydiscon.htm
http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/i/t/i/itiswell.htm
Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish,
Come, at the shrine of God fervently kneel;
Here bring your wounded hearts; here tell your anguish;
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.
Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,
Hope when all others die, fadeless and pure;
Here speaks the Comforter, in God’s name saying,
“Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure.”
Come, ask the infidel what boon he brings us,
What charm for aching hearts he can reveal,
Sweet is that heavenly promise Hope sings us—
“Earth has no sorrow that God cannot heal.”
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, 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.
Refrain
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
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.
Refrain
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!
Refrain
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.
Definitely a classic! I love the version by Selah
