Be still, my heart! these anxious cares,

To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares;

They cast dishonor on thy Lord,

And contradict his gracious word.

2 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?

3 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?

4 He who has helped me hitherto

Will help me all my journey through,

And give me daily cause to raise

New trophies to his endless praise.