7 7, 4 4 7, 7 7, 4 4 7.
AWAY with all our trouble
And caring for the morrow!
The God of love
Shall still remove
Our every want and sorrow.
Still, Lord, with joy we bless thee,
Of all good gifts the giver,
For Christ our Lord
Hath spoke the word
Which seals thee ours for ever.