Be still, my heart! these anxious cares
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Be still, my heart! these anxious caresTo 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?
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When first before his mercy-seatThou didst to him thy all commit,He gave thee warrant from that hourTo trust his wisdom, love, and power:Did ever trouble yet befallAnd he refuse to hear thy call?
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He who has helped thee hitherto,Will help thee all thy journey through;Though rough and thorny be the road,It leads thee home, apace, to God;Then count thy present trials small,For heaven will make amends for all.