Be Still

Be still, my heart
Be still, my soul
Do not wallow in the passing of the day
Do not turn your gaze to things of the past
To the bygone woes of yesterday

I know my heart will be waiting there
Beyond these sorrows and these trials
And the flesh and blood of my beloved fair
Will be resurrected for all time

Be still, my heart
Be still, my soul
Do not falter at the falling of the night
Hear you not the sweet song of the nightingale?
See you not the stars strung on high?
Be still, my heart
And be at rest
Beneath thy yonder grassy berm
And when the Saviour calls me to His breast
To you, my beloved, I’ll return