Peace, be still!
In this night of sorrow bow;
Oh, my heart, contend not thou;
What befalls is God's own will;
Peace, be still!

2 Hold thee still!
Tho' the Father scourge thee sore,
Cling thou to him all the more;
Let him mercy's work fulfill;
Hold thee still!

3 Lord, my God!
Give me grace, that I may be
Thy true child, and silently
Own thy scepter and thy rod;
Lord, my God!

4 Shepherd mine!
From thy fullness give me still
Faith to do and bear thy will
Till the morning light shall shine;
Shepherd mine!

Schiller.