O troubled soul, beneath the rod

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.