Scripture Verse

Be still, and know that I am God. Psalm 46:10


Words: Ka­tha­ri­na A. von Schle­gel, in Neue Samm­lung Geist­lich­er Lied­er, 1752 (Stille, meine Wille, dein Je­sus hilft sie­gen). Trans­lat­ed from Ger­man to Eng­lish by Jane L. Borth­wick in Hymns from the Land of Lu­ther (Ed­in­burgh, Scot­land: W. P. Ken­ne­dy, 1853), page 107.

Music: Fin­lan­dia Jean Si­be­li­us, 1899 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of von Schle­gel or Borth­wick (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Jean Sibelius (1865–1957)


This hymn was a fa­vo­rite of Er­ic Lid­dell, the ath­lete who be­came fa­mous in the 1924 Olym­pics for re­fus­ing to run on the Sab­bath (see the 1981 mo­vie Cha­ri­ots of Fire).

Liddell lat­er be­came a mis­sion­ary in Ch­ina, and was im­pris­oned dur­ing World War II.

He is said to have taught this hymn to oth­ers in the pris­on camp (where he ev­en­tu­al­ly died of a brain tu­mor).


Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side.
Bear pa­tient­ly the cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God to or­der and pro­vide;
In ev­ery change, He faith­ful will re­main.
Be still, my soul: thy best, thy hea­ven­ly friend
Through thor­ny ways leads to a joy­ful end.

Be still, my soul: thy God doth un­der­take
To guide the fu­ture, as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy con­fi­dence let no­thing shake;
All now mys­te­ri­ous shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt be­low.

Be still, my soul: when dear­est friends de­part,
And all is dark­ened in the vale of tears,
Then shalt thou bet­ter know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sor­row and thy fears.
Be still, my soul: thy Je­sus can re­pay
From His own full­ness all He takes away.

Be still, my soul: the hour is hast­en­ing on
When we shall be for­ev­er with the Lord.
When dis­ap­point­ment, grief and fear are gone,
Sorrow for­got, love’s pur­est joys re­stored.
Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past
All safe and bless­èd we shall meet at last.

Be still, my soul: be­gin the song of praise
On earth, be­liev­ing, to Thy Lord on high;
Acknowledge Him in all thy words and ways,
So shall He view thee with a well-pleased eye.
Be still, my soul: the Sun of life di­vine
Through pass­ing clouds shall but more bright­ly shine.