Be Still by Francis M. Wilcox

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Nov 28, 1907

Be Still

By Francis M. Wilcox

FRANCIS M. WILCOX

Be still, my fainting heart, God ruleth yet above; Do faithfully thy part, Trust his protecting love.

He knows how weak and frail, How far from wisdom thou; Through him the weak prevail, If they to him shall bow.

His is exceeding might— 'Tis ours by faith to claim; We conquer in the fight Through power of his great name.

Though tempest may run wild, And black the storm-cloud grow, He careth for his child, This trusting faith doth know.

Be still, then, soul of mine. In all the battle din; Rest in the One divine, And resting, thou shalt win.

Boulder, Colo.