Amid this raging storm,
With foes pressed at my fragile neck,
Their hearts intent on doing harm—
Be still, my soul.
They rise from every side,
Thundering in dreadful might,
All their noise to strike me with fear—
Be still, my soul.
Stand fast; surrender not.
The Lord forgets you never.
He shall reward your steadfast heart;
Until that day—
Be still, my soul.
Dec 31, 2025
Dec 31, 2025 at 2:42 AM UTC
Amid this raging storm,
With foes pressed at my fragile neck,
Their hearts intent on doing harm—
Be still, my soul.
They rise from every side,
Thundering in dreadful might,
All their noise to strike me with fear—
Be still, my soul.
Stand fast; surrender not.
The Lord forgets you never.
He shall reward your steadfast heart;
Until that day—
Be still, my soul.
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