Oh, be still, thou soul of mine,
Thou art not for­sak­en;
Tho’ the pow­ers of sin may rage,
Thou shalt be un­shak­en.
He who gave His life for thee,
Thus per­mits that thou shouldst be—
For thy good, as thou shalt see—
Tempted for a sea­son.

Be cou­rag­eous, firm and true
When life’s bat­tle’s wag­ing;
Oh, be still, my soul, and rest
When the tem­pest’s rag­ing.
He who doth our sor­rows share
In His love and ten­der care—
Trials more than thou canst bear,
Will not let thee suf­fer.

Why shouldst thou so fear­ful be
At the tempt­er’s roar­ing?
Simply trust in God alone,
Satan’s wrath ig­nor­ing.
See God’s ten­der­ness, and prove
With the saint­ed hosts ab­ove,
His un­fail­ing, won­drous love,
Ever for thee car­ing.

Yes, dear Lord, I will be still,
I will trust Thee ev­er;
I’ll sub­mit to all Thy will,
Cling to Thee for­ev­er.
Lord, Thou know­est what is best,
Confident in this I’ll rest,
Till I dwell with all the blest,
And with Thee in Hea­ven.