All de­pends on our pos­sess­ing
God’s abun­dant grace and bless­ing,
Tho’ all earth­ly wealth de­part.
He who trusts with faith un­shak­en
In his God is not for­sak­en
And e’er keeps a daunt­less heart.

He who hi­ther­to hath fed me
And to ma­ny joys hath led me
Is and ev­er shall be mine.
He who did so gent­ly school me,
He who still doth guide and rule me,
Will remain my help di­vine.

Many spend their lives in fret­ting
Over tri­fles and in ge­tting
Things that have no so­lid ground.
I shall strive to win a trea­sure
That will bring me last­ing plea­sure
And that now is sel­dom found.

When with sor­row I am strick­en,
Hope my heart anew will quick­en,
All my long­ing shall be stilled.
To His lov­ing­kind­ness ten­der
Soul and body I sur­ren­der;
For on Him alone I build.

Well He knows what best to grant me;
All the long­ing hopes that haunt me,
Joy and sor­row have their day.
I shall doubt His wis­dom ne­ver—
As God wills, so be it ev­er—
I to Him co­mmit my way.

If on earth my days He length­en,
He my wea­ry soul will strength­en;
All my trust in Him I place.
Earthly wealth is not abid­ing,
Like a stream away is glid­ing;
Safe I an­chor in His grace.