How can I know that you are God
If ever onward I trod?

Never stopping to reflect
On what the past can lead me to expect

All I know is your favor
Your goodness I can always savor

You are not God by what you do
But by it I know you are true

If peace is under Your rule,
And the earth Your footstool,

Then nothing is out of control,
Not even the dwelling of my soul.

At times I let fear make its home,
Though You are the Sar Shalom.

In You all things are kept secure,
Knowing this, I still endure.