Peace troubled soul

Peace, troubled soul, Thou need’st not fear;
Thy great provider still is near;
Who fed Thee last, will feed Thee still:
Be calm, and sink into his will.

The Lord, who built the earth and sky,
In mercy stoops to hear thy cry;
His promise all may freely claim;
Ask and receive in Jesus’ name.

Without reserve give Christ your heart,
Let him his righteousness impart;
Then all things else he’ll freely give;
With him you all things shall receive.

Thus shall the soul be truly blest,
That seeks in God his only rest;
May I that happy person be,
In time and in eternity.