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,