It is well with my soul

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.

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!

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with 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.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

- "It is well with my soul", Horatio Spafford

Sometimes, when I think I have it really bad, when I feel like being emo and indulging in all sorts of self-pity/loathing crap; I think of this song, the tragedy that Horatio suffered THROUGH NO FAULT OF HIS OWN, and I realise that nothing I have gone through can compare to that shit. And so now, I say instead "It is well, it is well, with my soul."

P.S. I'm well aware that Jesus also suffered plenty of crap through no fault of his own. I just choose not to mention him. Its a long argument over his divinity and all that stuff.