I know in Whom I put my trust,

I know what standeth fast,

When all things here dissolve like dust

Or smoke before the blast:

I know what still endures, howe'er

All else may quake and fall,

When lies the prudent men ensnare,

And dreams the wise enthral.

It is the Dayspring from on high,

The adamantine Rock,

Whence never storm can make me fly,

That fears no earthquake's shock;

My Jesus Christ, my sure Defence,

My Saviour, and my Light,

That shines within, and scatters thence

Dark phantoms of the night:

Who once was borne, betray'd and slain,

At evening to the grave;

Whom God awoke, Who rose again,

A Conqueror strong to save;

Who pardons all my sin, who sends

His Spirit pure and mild;

Whose grace my every step befriends,

Who ne'er forgets His child!

Therefore I know in Whom I trust,

I know what standeth fast,

When all things form'd of earthly dust

Are whirling in the blast;

The terrors of the final foe

Can rob me not of this,

And this shall crown me once, I know,

With never-fading bliss.