O Lord, I would delight in thee,

And on thy care depend;

To thee in every trouble flee,

My best, my only Friend.

2 When all created streams are dried,

Thy fullness is the same;

May I with this be satisfied,

And glory in thy name!

3 No good in creatures can be found,

But what is found in thee:

I must have all things and abound

While God is God to me.

4 O that I had a stronger faith,

To look within the vail—

To credit what my Saviour saith,

Whose word can never fail.

5 He who has made my heaven secure,

Will here all good provide:

While Christ is rich, can I be poor?

What can I want beside?

6 O Lord, I cast my care on thee;

I triumph and adore:

Henceforth my great concern shall be

To love and please thee more.