Psalm 46

Might the mountains fall and forfeit order
Shaped by You unshaken
And though the waters stir into a fury
You have still arranged them
You are not surprised by the seasons
So when I'm shy of certain, You are speaking
Neither will I change

And in my fighting, dutiful or grievous, You have mediated
And You stand by where I would not be seen
Even if to no avail
Oh, how it makes Your Heart heavy
That I’d leave an ending for myself
For fear, You won’t take me

(Oh, be still and know that I am God)

Oh, be still
Oh, be still
Oh, be still
And know that I am God!