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.