Be still, my soul! for God is near!
The great High Priest is with thee now;
The Lord of life Himself is near,
Before Whose face the angels bow.
To make thy heart His lowly throne
Thy Savior God in love draws nigh;
He gives Himself unto His own,
For whom He once came down to die.
He pleads before the mercy-seat;
He pleads with God, He pleads for thee;
He gives thee bread from Heav’n to eat,
His flesh and blood in mystery.
I come, O Lord! for Thou dost call—
To blend my pleading prayer with Thine;
To Thee I give myself—my all,
And feed on Thee and make Thee mine.