Be still, and know that I am God,
Where you now tread, I too have trod--
I know your griefs -- I have a part,
I know the anguish of your heart.
Did I not walk the toilsome road,
A wanderer, without abode?
Did I not stand in Pilate’s Hall,
Though innocent, hear judgment fall?
Did I not hang on yonder tree
At Golgotha, to die for thee?
Did I not break the bars away,
On that first Resurrection Day?
Ah, yes, my friend, I’ve journeyed far,
To break the might of death’s cold bar
It was all for you I paid the price,
For you, I made the sacrifice,
In Me, you’ll find your source of power
To gird you in this trying hour--
Let not your heart then troubled be,
Believe in God, and so in Me,
Where you now tread, I too have trod,
Be still, and know that I am God.