Jean Sibelius - Be still my soul

B^Fe still, m^Bby soul--the ^CLord is on your s^Fide! Bear patient^Bbly the cr^Coss of grief or pa^Fin; Leave to thy ^GmGod to ^Forder and ^Bbprovide-- In every ch^Fange he f^Caithful will re^Dmmain. Be still, my s^Gmoul--thy b^Dmest, thy heavenly Fr^Gmiend Through thorny ^Fways leads ^Cto a joyful ^Fend.

^FBe still, my s^Bboul--thy G^Cod doth undert^Fake To guide the ^Bbfuture a^Cs He has the pa^Fst; Thy hope, thy c^Gmonfiden^Fce let nothing ^Bbshake-- All now myst^Ferious ^Cshall be bright at ^Dmlast. Be still, my s^Gmoul--the w^Dmaves and winds still ^Gmknow His voice who ^Fruled them ^Cwhile He dwelt b^Felow.

^FBe still, my s^Bboul--the h^Cour is hastening o^Fn When we shall ^Bbbe for^Cever with the Lo^Frd, When disapp^Gmointment, ^Fgrief, and fear are ^Bbgone, Sorrow forg^Fot, love's ^Cpurest joys rest^Dmored. Be still, my s^Gmoul--when ch^Dmange and tears are pa^Gmst, All safe and ^Fblessed w^Ce shall meet at ^Flast.