Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side.
Bear pa­tient­ly the cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God to or­der and pro­vide;
In ev­ery change, He faith­ful will re­main.
Be still, my soul: thy best, thy hea­ven­ly friend
Through thor­ny ways leads to a joy­ful end.

Be still, my soul: thy God doth un­der­take
To guide the fu­ture, as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy con­fi­dence let no­thing shake;
All now mys­te­ri­ous shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt be­low.

Be still, my soul: when dear­est friends de­part,
And all is dark­ened in the vale of tears,
Then shalt thou bet­ter know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sor­row and thy fears.
Be still, my soul: thy Je­sus can re­pay
From His own full­ness all He takes away.

Be still, my soul: the hour is hast­en­ing on
When we shall be for­ev­er with the Lord.
When dis­ap­point­ment, grief and fear are gone,
Sorrow for­got, love’s pur­est joys re­stored.
Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past
All safe and bless­èd we shall meet at last.

Be still, my soul: be­gin the song of praise
On earth, be­liev­ing, to Thy Lord on high;
Acknowledge Him in all thy words and ways,
So shall He view thee with a well-pleased eye.
Be still, my soul: the Sun of life di­vine
Through pass­ing clouds shall but more bright­ly shine.