God, my sup­port­er and my hope,
My help for ev­er near,
Thine arm of mer­cy held me up,
When sink­ing in des­pair.

Thy coun­sels, Lord, shall guide my feet
Through this dark wil­der­ness;
Thine hand con­duct me near Thy seat,
To dwell be­fore Thy face.

Were I in Heav’n with­out my God,
’Twould be no joy to me;
And whilst this earth is my ab­ode,
I long for none but Thee.

What if the springs of life were broke,
And flesh and heart should faint?
God is my soul’s eter­nal rock,
The strength of ev­ery saint.

Behold, the sin­ners that re­move
Far from Thy pre­sence die;
Not all the id­ol gods they love
Can save them when they cry.

But draw­ing near to Thee, my God,
Shall be my sweet employ;
My tongue shall sound Thy works abroad,
And tell the world my joy.