O troubled soul
beneath the rod
Thy Father speaks—be still
be still;
Learn to be silent unto God
And let Him mold thee to His will.
Be still
O troubled soul
be still;
Fear not
thy Father’s arms enfold thee.
Take up thy cross
lay down thy will;
Be silent unto God
and let Him mold thee.
O anxious soul
lay down thy load
Oh
hear His voice
He speaks to thee
“Be still and know that I am God
And cast thy every care on Me.”
O fearful soul
be still
be still
Be of good cheer; has He not said
“I will be with you
fear no ill
’Tis I
’tis I
be not afraid“?
O praying soul
be still
be still
He cannot break His plighted word;
Sink down into His blessed will
And wait in patience on the Lord.
O waiting soul
be still
be strong
And though He tarry
trust and wait;
Doubt not
He will not wait too long
Fear not
He will not come too late.