Saveurs Anglophones 087 – Horatio G. Spafford et Philip Bliss – It is Well

Temps de lecture : 1 minute
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Saveurs Anglophones 087 - Horatio G. Spafford et Philip Bliss - It is Well
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“Pourquoi ça m’arrive à moi ?” Vous êtes-vous déjà posé cette question ?

Quand vous vivez des choses difficiles par exemple… Un malheur vous tombe sur la tête.

Eh bien aujourd’hui, je vous présente l’histoire vraie d’un champion du monde en termes de malheur ! C’est tout de suite dans Saveurs Anglophones ! 

 

Paroles de It is Well – Horatio G. Spafford et Philip Bliss

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, fo Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump 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.