The Praise Choir

I hate it when the praise choir sings at church. Not really. But if something is going on in my life, what they sing always makes me cry, and I don’t cry a lot. I would like to know why, as I age, tears will NOT come when I think that they would make me feel better. They show up at the most inconvenient times.

What they sang was IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL, which of course made me think of my sister. Have I mentioned that she is the one who taught me to sing on key? Rumor has it that I could not carry a tune before I imitated her.

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.
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.
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!
Blessèd hope, blessèd 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.

How great the faith of Horatio Stafford was to write this after he suffered so much! The great Chicago Fire ruined him financially. He lost all four daughters at sea when their ship collided with another. The words that ministered most to me were these:

No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

OK, so I don’t really hate it when the Praise Choir sings. They always manage to minister to the deep places in my soul.

I surely do hate the tears, though.

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2 Responses to “The Praise Choir”


  1. 1 writeathome September 10, 2006 at 4:22 pm

    This is one of my favorite songs, and the story behind it, as you mentioned, is awesome!

  2. 2 Beth September 11, 2006 at 10:07 am

    mom I really enjoyed reading this. Love you!


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