| Be still my soul, for the best is yet to come
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| Though the earth below is shaking
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| And I struggle to hold on
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| To anything that isn’t bolted down
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| Watching my whole world shatter on the ground
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| And I find that I am safe and sound
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| My hope is in the Lord
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| And I am blessed beyond compare
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| To find my joy in things that last
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| Finding peace in who I am
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| Rather than my circumstance
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| I’d rather hear one simple phrase
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| From my Father’s loving voice
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| Than to hear the praise of strangers
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| My hope is in the Lord
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| Be calm and wait, for your future is secure
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| And though this flesh be broken
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| Your spirit will endure
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| For the battle is not with skin and bone
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| And though we own the world, we are beggars all
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| And I hear the voice of Jesus call
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| Our hope is in the Lord
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| And I am blessed beyond compare
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| To find my joy in things that last
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| Finding peace in who I am
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| Rather than my circumstance
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| I’d rather hear one simple phrase
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| From my Father’s loving voice
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| Than to hear the praise of strangers
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| My hope is in the Lord
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| So come and rest in the promise of His grace
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| That we are all just travelers
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| And our destination waits
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| For the pain you feel is temporary
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| Victims all of the ordinary
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| But God is offering sanctuary
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| Our hope is in the Lord
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| And oh, I am blessed beyond compare
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| To find my joy in things that last
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| Finding peace in who I am
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| Rather than my circumstance
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| I’d rather hear one simple phrase
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| From my Father’s loving voice
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| Than to hear the praise of strangers
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| My hope is in the Lord
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| Oh, I’d rather hear one simple phrase
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| From my Father’s loving voice
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| Than to hear the praise of strangers
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| My hope is in the Lord
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| Than to hear the praise of strangers
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| My hope is in the Lord |