Be still, my heart! these anxious cares

Be still

my heart! these anxious cares

To thee are burdens

thorns and snares;

They cast dishonor on the Lord

And contradict His gracious word.

Brought safely by His hand thus far

Why wilt thou now give place to fear?

How canst thou want if He provide

Or lose thy way with such a Guide?

When first before His mercy-seat

Thou didst to Him thine all commit;

He gave thee warrant from that hour

To trust His wisdom

love

and power.

Did ever trouble yet befall

And He refuse to hear thy call?

And has He not His promise passed

That thou shalt overcome at last?

He who has helped me hitherto

Will help me all my journey through

And give me daily cause to raise

New Ebenezers to His praise.

Though rough and thorny be the road

It leads thee on

apace

to God;

Then count thy present trials small

For God will make amends for all.