hush now, hush, my soul,
lay it down, lay it low

Lord, my heart is not so proud,
my eyes no longer climb so high;
the things too great, too deep for me,
I lay them down and let them lie

I have quieted my soul,
like a weaned child on its mother, still and low;
I am not reaching anymore,
I am only resting, only Yours —

I have quieted my soul

no more crying for the milk,
no longer to hunger or fret;
not reaching, not grasping, just held —
and even so is my soul

I have quieted my soul,
like a weaned child on its mother, still and low;
I am not reaching anymore,
I am only resting, only Yours —

I have quieted my soul

O Israel, hope in the Lord,
from this night, forevermore;
hope in Him, and hope in Him,
be still, and know Him sure

hush now... hush, my soul...
I have quieted my soul