In Thee, Lord, have I put my trust,
Leave me not help­less in the dust,
Let not my hope be brought to shame,
But still sus­tain, through want and pain,
My faith that Thou art aye the same.

Incline a gra­cious ear to me,
And hear the pray­ers I raise to Thee,
Show forth Thy pow­er and haste to save!
For woes and fear sur­round me here,
Oh swift­ly send the help I crave!

My God and shield, now let Thy pow­er
Be unto me a migh­ty tow­er,
Whence I may free­ly, brave­ly fight
Against the foes that round me close
For fierce are they and great their might.

Thy Word hath said, Thou art my rock,
The strong­hold that can fear no shock,
My help, my safe­ty, and my life,
Howe’er dis­tress and dang­ers press;
What then shall daunt me in the strife?

The world for me hath false­ly set
Full many a sec­ret snare and net,
Dark lies, de­lu­sions sweet and vain;
Lord, hear my pray­ers, and break these snares,
And make my path be­fore me plain.

With Thee, Lord, would I cast my lot;
My God, my God, for­sake me not,
O faith­ful God, for I com­mend
My soul to Thee; de­liv­er me
Both now, and when this life must end.