3 Be still, my soul; when dearest friends depart,
And all is darkened in the vale of tears,
Then thou shalt better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears.
Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay
From His own fulness all He takes away.

4 Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on
When we shall be for ever with the Lord;
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.

From Hymns from the Land of Luther

1. O Thou, from whom all good-ness flows, I lift my heart to Thee:

In all my sor-rows, conflicts, woes, Good Lord, re- mem-ber me.

2 When on my aching, burdened heart 4 When worn with pain, disease, and grief, My sins lie heavily,

1. Fa-ther, what-e'er of earthly bliss Thy sov'-reign will de- nies,

Ac- cept-ed at Thy throne of grace, Let this peti- tion rise:- A-MEN.

In per-fect wis-dom, per-fect love, Is work-ing for the best.

A-MEN.

2 How far from this our daily life,
Ever disturbed by anxious strife,
By sudden wild alarms;
O could we but relinquish all
Our earthly props, and simply fall
On Thine Almighty arms!

3 Could we but kneel and cast our load, E'en while we pray, upon our God,

Then rise with lightened cheer; Sure that the Father, who is nigh To still the famished raven's cry, Will hear in that we fear.

5 Lord, make these faithless hearts of ours
Such lessons learn from birds and flowers;

Make them from self to cease,

Leave all things to a Father's will,
And taste, before Him lying still,

E'en in affliction, peace.

Joseph Anstice, 1836

1. O bless-èd life; the heart at rest When all with-out tu-mul-tuous seems,

That trusts a high- er will, and deems That higher will, not mine, the best. A-MEN.

Old Scotch Melody: arr. by Lowell Mason, 1830

1. God is the refuge of His saints, When storms of sharp dis- tress in - vade;

Ere we can offer our com-plaints, Be-hold Him pres-ent with His aid. A-MEN.

413 ST. PETER'S, OXFORD C. M.

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Alexander R. Reinagle, 1826

1. I wor-ship Thee, sweet Will of God, And all Thy ways

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a - dore;

2 Loud may the troubled ocean roar;
In sacred peace our souls abide;
While every nation, every shore,
Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.

3 There is a stream whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God,

Life, love, and joy, still gliding through,
And watering our divine abode.

4 That sacred stream, Thine holy word,
Our grief allays, our fear controls;

Sweet peace Thy promises afford,

And give new strength to fainting souls.

5 Zion enjoys her monarch's love,

Secure against a threatening hour;

Nor can her firm foundation move,

Built on His truth, and armed with power.

Isaac Watts, 1719