1. 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.
2. 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.
3. Be still, my soul, though 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 sorrows and thy fears.
Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay
From His own fulness all He takes away.
4. 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 blessed we shall meet at last.
~Katharina von Schlegel
Be still our souls as we bear the cross of grief or pain. It can be caused by our own sin or the sin of others or of this fallen world. It is our cross. Significant because of what our Savior suffered in our place on a real cross, torn, bleeding and dying. We can never imagine the depths of horror we would have suffered if Jesus hadn’t hung there in our place. Our cross of grief or pain pales in comparison. Yet we can leave it daily, hourly, in our God’s hands. He will use it for good in our lives and will provide the comfort we need to get through it. He never minimizes our pain. He will always faithfully provide for us as our friend, walking with us, crying with us, hurting with us. For Jesus said he endured the cross scorning its shame for the joy set before him, for his bride, his church who he loved with everything he could give.
What’s more he has not left us as orphans but guides us as we seek to know the answers in our dark days. All his creation which had the knowledge of he who brought the world into existence saw him who created – bleeding and dying not understanding why.
We lose our nearest friends only to know his love, his heart who soothes us. For one day he will restore the times the locust have eaten up.
We are nearer now to our heavenly home than ever we have been. Through our travail of griefs and fears they will be gone in an instant. Our joys restored as we gaze on our beautiful Creator, our King and our God. So has this faithful author, Katharina von Schlegel, 263 years ago penned these words for us to meditate.
Thank you, dear sister.