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Oh, be still, thou soul of mine,
Thou art not forsaken;
Though the powrs of sin may rage,
Thou shalt be unshaken.
He who gave His life for thee,
Thus permits that thou should be
For thy good, as thou shalt see
Tempted for a season.
Be courageous, firm, and true,
When lifes battles waging;
Oh, be still, my soul, and rest,
When the tempests raging.
He who doth our sorrows share,
In His love and tender care
Trials more than thou can bear
Will not let thee suffer.
Why should thou so fearful be,
At the tempters roaring?
Simply trust in God alone,
Satans wrath ignoring.
See Gods tenderness, and prove
With the sainted hosts above,
His unfailing, wondrous love,
Ever for thee caring.
Yes, dear Lord, I will be still,
I will trust Thee ever;
Ill submit to all Thy will,
Cling to Thee forever.
Lord, Thou knowest what is best,
Confident in this Ill rest,
Till I dwell with all the blest,
And with Thee in heaven.
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