Horatio Spafford and "It Is Well With My Soul"

I really like hymns. It seems to me that most of the modern worship songs being written today are focused on how one feels. And, thus, I usually can't sing them honestly. I mean, sure, they may be happy and clappy and upbeat, but, ... come on, they're just not very true to life. At least, not for me.

On the other hand, when I look at hymns, most of them have not focus on how one feels. God is to be praised for what he has done, no matter how crappy I feel.

I bring this all up, because I was reading about the life of Horatio Spafford, the writer of "It Is Well With My Soul". He was going through so much crap, and yet he could write this:

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 (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come
Let this blessed assurance control
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate
And hath shed His own blood for my soul

My sin, 0 the bliss of this glorious thought
My sin, not in part but in whole
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, 0 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

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Lord, I'll try to keep praising you for what you have done, even when I fell like crap. Thank you.