Be still, oh wandering mind, from the worries of this world
Be calm, oh worried heart, over things you've no control
Find rest, oh weary soul, in the One who made all things
The Counselor has come and The Comforter is near
So you, oh mixed emotions, shall know not what it is to fear
Praise ye instead The Lord above lords
Sing praise, you broken voice
Bring praise, you shaking hands
Seek grace, you blinded eyes
Hear faith, you useless ears
The bloods of the nations cry out for Salvation
Salvation
Salvation through sacrifice, no greater love
Salvation through sacrifice, He poured out His blood
Salvation through mercy, forgiveness through grace
Sweat from His face are ye, oh petty sins
So be still, oh wandering mind
Oh worried heart, be calm
Find rest, oh weary soul
Find rest
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