It Is Well With My Soul... Keep Me Safe Till The Storm Passes By

You may know nothing about prophecy or international politics or world affairs, but if you have eyes and ears and a modicum of intelligence, you cannot overlook the fact that the world is going to hell in a hand-basket. Like baby Moses, we are floating down the Nile bumping past the hungry crocodiles and reptiles. Everything that can go wrong is going wrong, but the vast majority of earth's people are more afraid of a clown showing up with a knife than their eternal souls going to hell.

"Positive thinking", that all will be well, is painting a happy face on a pack of hyenas. It is obviously true that the majority of Biblical Jews preferred to hear their prophets forecast peace, prosperity and fair weather rather than plague, destruction and the judgement of God upon their sins. But all the true prophets of God prophesied truth not fiction. It was the false prophets who "tickled their ears" and predicted what the people wanted to hear and bought themselves their share of the reality of God's condemnation. Positive thinking in the face of a raging hurricane, with massive destruction in its path, is delusional unless you are at peace with God and prepared to die. Positive thinking served quite well in "normal" times ... which have now passed us by and nothing will ever be the same. But positive thinking is, even now, totally justified if you have Jesus on board your little straw, river basket.... as did Moses. Praise God, we Christians can sing down the river, "It is well with my soul" and pray with certainty, "Keep me safe till the storm passes by".

It Is Well With My Soul

David Phelps, Wesley Pritchard

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.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blessed 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 sou

‘Til the Storm Passes By

Gaither Vocal Band

In the dark of the midnight have I oft hid my face
While the storm howls above me, and there's no hiding place
'Mid the crash of the thunder, Precious Lord, hear my cry
Keep me safe till the storm passes by

Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more
Till the clouds roll forever from the sky
Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of Thy hand
Keep me safe till the storm passes by

Many times Satan whispered, "There is no need to try
For there's no end of sorrow, there's no hope by and by"
But I know Thou art with me, and tomorrow I'll rise
Where the storms never darken the skies

Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more
Till the clouds roll forever from the sky
Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of Thy hand
Keep me safe till the storm passes by.

My friend, what on earth, or in eternity, are you going to do without Jesus to carry you through into an uncertain future? RB