In God, my faith­ful God,
I trust when dark my road;
Though ma­ny woes o’ertake me,
Yet He will not for­sake me;
His love it is doth send them,
And when ’tis best will end them.

My sins as­sail me sore,
But I des­pair no more;
I build on Christ who loves me,
From this Rock no­thing moves me,
Since I can all sur­ren­der
To Him, my soul’s de­fend­er.

If death my por­tion be,
Then death is gain to me,
And Christ my life for ev­er,
From whom death can­not se­ver;
Come when it may, He’ll shield me,
To Him I whol­ly yield me.

Ah, Je­sus Christ, my Lord,
So meek in deed and word,
Thou diedst once to save us,
Because Thou fain wouldst have us
After earth’s life of sad­ness
Heirs of Thy hea­ven­ly glad­ness.

So be it, then I say,
With all my heart each day;
Guide us while here we wan­der,
Till safe­ly land­ed yon­der,
We too, dear Lord, adore Thee,
And sing for joy be­fore Thee.