652 O troubled soul, beneath the rod 1. O troubled soul, beneath the rod Thy Father speaks-be still, be still; Learn to be silent unto God, And let Him mold thee to His will. Be still, O troubled soul, be still; Fear not, thy Father's arms enfold thee. Take up thy cross, lay down thy will; Be silent unto God, and let Him mold thee. 2. O anxious soul, lay down thy load, Oh, hear His voice, He speaks to thee, "Be still and know that I am God, And cast thy every care on Me." 3. O fearful soul, be still, be still, Be of good cheer; has He not said, "I will be with you, fear no ill, 'Tis I, 'tis I, be not afraid"? 4. O praying soul, be still, be still, He cannot break His plighted word; Sink down into His blessed will, And wait in patience on the Lord. 5. O waiting soul, be still, be strong, And though He tarry, trust and wait; Doubt not, He will not wait too long, Fear not, He will not come too late.