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It Is Well With My Soul (<--possibly already has official Chinese translation??)

and

Throne of Grace

Oh my Lord
You are so kind
Oh my Lord
You are so kind

Morning to morning
Day to day
You reveal your righteous ways

(Chorus)
It's your kindness that leads to repentance
It's your blood that brings forgiveness
It's your mercy that leads me here
To your throne of grace
Your throne of grace

Oh my Lord
You are so kind
Oh my Lord
You are so kind

Morning to morning
Day to day
You reveal your righteous ways
I'ts your kindness

(Chorus)

In your kindness I find repentance
In your blood I find forgiveness
In your mercy I find myself at your throne of grace
Your throne of grace

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This version is pretty old-school and subdued. We'd play it differently, of course. I might upload another version too.

The story behind this song has always touched me. I often like to climb into the songwriter's mind to see why they wrote a particular song. Here's a clip on Horation Spafford who wrote "It is Well with My Soul".


In the 1870s Horatio Spafford was a successful Chicago lawyer and a close friend of evangelist Dwight L. Moody. Spafford had invested heavily in real estate, but the Chicago fire of 1871 wiped out his holdings. His son had died shortly before the disaster.

Spafford and his family desperately needed a rest so in 1873 he planned a trip to Europe with his wife and four daughters. While in Great Britain he also hoped to help Moody and Sankey with their evangelistic tour. Last minute business caused Spafford to delay his departure, but he sent his wife and four daughters on the S. S. Ville Du Havre as scheduled, promising to follow in a few days. On November 22 the ship was struck by the English ship Lochearn, and it sank in twelve minutes. Several days later the survivors landed at Cardiff, Wales, and Mrs. Spafford cabled her husband the brief message, "Saved alone."

When Horatio Spafford made the ocean crossing to meet his grieving wife, he sailed near the place where his four daughters had sunk to the ocean depths. There, in the midst of his sorrow, he wrote these unforgettable words that have brought solace to so many in grief:

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.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blessed assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.