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It is well

Memorising the Bible is good. God has given us brains so that we can learn things. One of the easiest ways to learn things is through songs. We sing songs in church that are either rearrangements of Biblical words, or else express Biblical truths in their own words. So learn songs! Memorise the songs we sing in church; the ones that speak to you particularly helpfully. Then you can sing them - while you study, when you pray. You can hum them as you walk about and when you can't sleep.

In dark times, I have found it particularly helpful to have songs memorised that tell me of the certainty of Jesus' saving work of the cross. When you are full of sorrow or anxiety it can be hard to pray, or to tell yourself the truth of the gospel, or to pick up a Bible and read the words you need. But songs and Bible verses that are already in your head are very close to you when you need them.
This is the song I have found most helpful at those times, because to sing it I have to preach to myself. Either I stop singing or I have to admit the wonderful truth of the chorus: "It is well with my soul". You don't need more than a couple of verses and the chorus, although more never hurts!
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.

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 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!
Blessed hope, blessed 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.
Martin Eden