1  Be still, my heart! These anxious cares

    To thee are burdens, thorns and snares;

    They cast dishonor on the 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  When first before His mercy-seat

    Thou didst to Him thine all commit;

    He gave thee warrant from that hour

    To trust His wisdom, love, and power.

 4  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?

 5  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.

 5  Though rough and thorny be the road,

    It leads thee on, apace, to God;

    Then count thy present trials small,

    For God will make amends for all.