1 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.

2 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.

3 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'll wholly yield me.

4 '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.