Do not I trust in thee, O Lord?

Do I not rest in thee alone?

Is not the comfort of thy word

The sweetest cordial I have known?

When vexed with care, bowed down with grief,

Where else could I obtain relief?

2 And is it not my chief desire

To feel as if a stranger here?

Do not my hopes and thoughts aspire

Beyond this transitory sphere?

And art thou not, while here I roam,

My hope, my hiding-place, my home?

3 O, yes! these things are ever true;

Thy promise is for ever sure;

And all I now am passing through,

And all that I may still endure,

Will but endear thy word to me,

And draw me nearer, Lord, to thee.

4 And now on thee I cast my soul,

Come life or death, come ease or pain;

Thy presence can each fear control,

Thy grace can to the end sustain:

Those whom thou lovest, heavenly Friend,

Thou lovest even to the end!