Let Not Your Heart Be Troubled

O words of com­fort grant­ed

For ev­ery need and care

The ve­ry mes­sage want­ed

To chase away des­pair;

This sweet com­mand of Je­sus

Was meant to be ob­eyed—

Let not your heart be trou­bled

Neither let it be afraid.

O soul

re­deemed by Je­sus

All Heav’n is pledged to aid:

Let not your heart be trou­bled

Neither let it be afraid.

When dis­ap­point­ment scat­ters

Your hopes like au­tumn leaves;

When all is lost that mat­ters

And all is left that grieves;

When chas­tise­ment and sor­row

On dark­ened days are laid;

Let not your heart be trou­bled

Neither let it be afraid.

When past sins rise un­bid­den

To spoil the pre­sent good

And all the light is hid­den

By some de­spond­ing mood

He whis­pers in com­pass­ion

My love the debt hath paid;

Let not your heart be trou­bled

Neither let it be afraid.

When health and strength are fail­ing

Beneath the load of years

And toil seems un­avail­ing

And life is thronged with fears

Fear not! He saith

In weak­ness

My strength is per­fect made;

Let not your heart be trou­bled

Neither let it be afraid.