Sunday, February 19, 2017

Be Still My Soul

Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side;
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly, Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.

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

Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever 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.

Catharina von Schlegel, 1697-?
Translated by Jane Borthwick, 1813-1897

I listened to this hymn and fell in love with the lyrics and melody.  I don't remember hearing it before.    The words so comforting and a timely reminder that our souls need just rest in Christ.
*pixabay photograph of Bar Harbor coastline*


  1. Beautiful, my friend.
    And I love the calming blue shade here too!

    1. Thank you, Billie Jo. I am inching my way into spring colors.

  2. Beautiful hymn indeed, wishing you a great week ahead!

    1. Amen! Hope you have a great week too, Connie!

  3. Be Still My Soul is such a beautiful hymn to remind me of what I need to do. And your photo is breathtaking, Gina!

    1. I'm glad I found the hymn, Dianna. I didn't take the picture. It is from a free photo website called Pixabay.


We all have our “good old days” tucked away inside our hearts, and we return to them in dreams like cats to favorite armchairs. ~ B. Carter