Almighty Fa­ther of man­kind,
On Thee my hopes re­main;
And when the day of trou­ble comes
I shall not trust in vain.

Thou art our kind pre­serv­er, from
The cra­dle to the tomb;
And I was cast up­on Thy care,
E’en from my mo­ther’s womb.

In ear­ly years Thou wast my guide,
And of my youth the friend;
And as my days be­gan with Thee,
With Thee my days shall end.

I know the pow­er in whom I trust,
The arm on which I lean;
He will my Sav­ior ev­er be,
Who has my Sav­ior been.

In for­mer times, when trou­ble came,
Thou didst not stand afar;
Nor didst Thou prove an ab­sent friend
Amid the din of war.

My God, who caus­edst me to hope
When life be­gan to beat;
And, when a stran­ger in the world,
Didst guide my wan­der­ing feet;

Thou wilt not cast me off when age
And ev­il days des­cend;
Thou wilt not leave me in des­pair,
To mourn my lat­ter end.

Therefore in life I’ll trust in Thee,
In death I will adore;
And af­ter death will sing Thy praise
When time shall be no more.