My spirit on thy care,

Blest Saviour, I recline;

Thou wilt not leave me to despair,

For thou art love divine.

2 In thee I place my trust;

On thee I calmly rest:

I know thee good, I know thee just,

And count thy choice the best.

3 Whate’er events betide,

Thy will they all perform;

Safe in thy breast my head I hide,

Nor fear the coming storm.

4 Let good or ill befall,

It must be good for me—

Secure of having thee in all

Of having all in thee.