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.

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?

Did ever trouble yet befall,

And He refuse to hear thy call?

And has He not His promise past,

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 trophies to His endless praise.