my soul must be still

Again, there has been a song “stuck in my head” recently that has been encouraging to me… I pray it can encourage someone else out there, too. ūüôā

“Be Still, My Soul”

by Catharina von Schlegel, 1697-?
Translated by Jane Borthwick, 1813-1897

verse 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.

verse 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.

verse 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.

verse 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.

and here is a beautiful rendition I found on youtube:

Friends, we must BE STILL… and let God.

a song in my heart

Here are the words to the first verse of the song I sang on Sunday in our church.

I listen to if often during the day (I have a CD where it is beautifully performed by BJU singers & orchestra). 

image via google search

image via google search


Beneath the Cross

Beneath the cross of Jesus, 

I find a place to stand

And wonder at such mercy 

That calls me as I am;

For hands that should discard me 

Hold wounds which tell me, “Come.”

Beneath the cross of Jesus, 

My unworthy soul is won.


While I have heard this song many times since acquiring this CD, Sunday morning- as I was singing- the words hit me afresh…¬†

¬†¬† ¬† ¬†just how often do I ‘wonder at such mercy…”?¬†

¬†¬† ¬† ¬†Jesus calls me-ME- from where I am…¬†

    His hands, hands that should shun and push me aside, have wounds- living wounds, not scars- 

that tell me to come to Him. 

How wonderful is this Jesus that loves me so. For all my faults (numerous beyond measure), my petty desires and whims, He loves me. He loves YOU. He wants you to come to Him. Even though I am already sure of my salvation and know that I will go to Heaven, He still beckons me… and calls to me where I am each day. Whether I have woken up cranky or energetic, His wounded hands beckon me to come to Him.¬†

His mercy continues to call me (and you) to go beyond mere salvation faith and live. 

LIVE… for Him.