My God, my strength, my hope,
On Thee I cast my care,
With hum­ble con­fi­dence look up,
And know Thou hear’st my pray­er.
Give me on Thee to wait,
Till I can all things do;
On Thee, al­migh­ty to cre­ate,
Almighty to re­new.

I want a so­ber mind,
A self-re­nounc­ing will,
That tram­ples down and casts be­hind
The baits of pleas­ing ill;
A soul in­ured to pain,
To hard­ship, grief, and loss,
Bold to take up, firm to sus­tain,
The con­se­crat­ed cross.

I want a god­ly fear,
A quick-dis­cern­ing eye,
That looks to Thee when sin is near,
And bids the tempt­er fly;
A spirit still pre­pared,
And armed with jea­lous care,
Forever stand­ing on its guard,
And watch­ing un­to pray­er.

I want a true re­gard,
A sin­gle, stea­dy aim,
Unmoved by threat­en­ing or re­ward,
To Thee and Thy great name;
This bless­ing above all,
Always to pray, I want:
Out of the deep on Thee to call,
And ne­ver, ne­ver faint.

I rest up­on Thy word;
The pro­mise is for me;
My suc­cor and sal­va­tion, Lord,
Shall sure­ly come from Thee;
But let me still abide,
Nor from my hope re­move,
Till Thou my pa­tient spir­it guide
Into Thy per­fect love.