1 Be still, my heart, thy Saviour knows full well
The burden on thee laid;
And to thy side He comes, with love to heal
The wound His love hath made.
Close by the sheep, in paths of darkness led,
He walks, the Shepherd true;
“I will not leave you comfortless,” He said,
“I will come unto you.”
2 No love but His can fill the vacant place,
And soothe the bitter pain;
No pow’r but His can send the needed grace,
To count thy sorrows gain;
N o hand but His can wipe the falling tear,
For He on earth hath wept;
No voice but His can at the grave give cheer,
For there He once hath slept.
3 And still He weeps with all His own who weep,
Our great High Priest above;
And thro’ their night of woe He still doth keep
His silent watch of love.
He feels each sigh, each throb of aching head,
And whispers soft and low,
“I will not leave you comfortless and sad,”
“I will come unto you.”
4 O welcome grief, if Christ be grieving too,
And by my grief brought near;
And welcome pain, if He doth send the blow
To make Himself more dear.
He’ll give me strength His path on earth to tread,
And all my work to do;
“I will not leave you comfortless,” He said,
“I will come unto you.”
Source: Northfield Hymnal: for use in evangelistic and church services, conventions, sunday schools, and all prayer and social meetings of the church and home #136