Be tranquil, O my soul
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Be tranquil, O my soul,Be quiet every fear!Thy Father hath supreme control,And he is ever near.
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Ne'er of thy lot complain,Whatever may befall;Sickness or sorrow, care or pain,'Tis well appointed all.
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A Father's chastening handIs leading thee along;Nor distant is the promised land,Where swells the immortal song.
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O, then, my soul, be still!Await heaven's high decree;Seek but to do thy Father's will,It shall be well with thee.