All my hope on God is founded; he doth still my trust renew, me through change and chance he guideth, only good and only true. God unknown, he alone calls my heart to be his own.
Pride of man and earthly glory, sword and crown betray his trust; what with care and toil he buildeth, tow'r and temple fall to dust. But God's pow'r, hour by hour, is my temple and my tow'r.
God's great goodness aye endureth, deep his wisdom, passing thought: splendor, light, and life attend him, beauty springeth out of naught. Evermore from his store newborn worlds rise and adore.
Daily doth th' almighty Giver bounteous gifts on us bestow; his desire our souls delighteth, pleasure leads us where we go. Love doth stand at his hand; joy doth wait on his command.
Still from man to God eternal sacrifice of praise be done, high above all praises praising for the gift of Christ, his Son. Christ doth call one and all: ye who follow shall not fall.