Be tranquil, O my soul

Verse 1

Be tranquil, O my soul! Be quiet every fear! Thy Father hath control, And he is ever near. Ne'er of thy lot complain, Whatever may befall; Sickness, or care, or pain, 'Tis well-appointed all.

Verse 2

A Father's chastening hand Is leading thee along; Nor distant is the land Where swells the immortal song. Oh, then, my soul, be still! Await heaven's high decree; Seek but thy Father's will, It shall be well with thee.