Be still, O heart; the Father's love's around you,
The ills you see, are phantoms of the night.
There is no truth in aught but God's own goodness;
Forget the past, and look to Him for right.
He did not send the pain, the grief, the darkness,
That seem to you to be the only life;
He knows not of the toil, the lack, the sadness,
That come through trusting in a world of strife.
Your real self lives, and moves, and has its being
In God, outside all flesh, the tempter's snare.
He guards and governs you with joy and gladness;
This you will learn by trusting in His care.
He sent His only Son to prove this to you.
Why will you longer doubt, and dwell in fear?
He bids you look to Him for heavenly comfort;
Arise! He calleth thee. Dost thou not hear?
