Soul, be strong, whate'er betide,
God himself is guard and guide,-
With my Father at my side,
Never mind!

Clouds and darkness hover near,
Men's hearts failing them for fear,
But be thou of right good cheeer,
Never mind!

Come what may, some work is done,
Praise the Father through the Son,
Goals are gain'd and prizes won,
Never mind!

And if now the skies look black,
All the past behind my back
Is a bright and blessed track;
Never mind!

Stand in patient courage still,
Working out thy Master's will,
Compass good, and conquer ill;
Never mind!

Fight, for all their bullying boast,
Dark temptation's evil host,
This is thy predestined post;
Never mind!

Be then tranquil as a dove;
Through these thunderclouds above
Shines afar the heaven of love,-
Never mind!