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? | When first before his mercy–seat, Thou didst to him thy all commit; He gave thee warrant, from that hour, To trust his wisdom, love, and pow’r. | 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? | Like David, thou may’st comfort draw, Saved from the bear’s and lion’s paw; Goliath’s rage I may defy, For God, my Savior, still is nigh. | He who has helped me hitherto, Will help me all my journey through; And give me daily cause to raise New Ebenezers to his praise. | Though rough and thorny be the road, It leads thee home, apace, to GOD; Then count thy present trials small, For heav’n will make amends for all. | |