Scripture Verse

Thou art my hope, O Lord God: Thou art my trust from my youth. Psalm 71:5


Robert S. Bridges (1844–1930)

Words: Jo­ach­im Ne­an­der (1650–1680) (Meine Hoff­nung steh­et feste). Trans­lat­ed from Ger­man to Eng­lish by Ro­bert S. Bridg­es in the Yat­ten­don Hym­nal (Ox­ford, Eng­land: Ox­ford Uni­ver­si­ty Press, 1899), num­ber 69.

Music: Cob­lentz Jo­ach­im Ne­an­der, Α und Ω 1680 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Joachim Neander (1650–1680)


All my hope on God is found­ed:
He doth still my trust re­new.
Me thro’ 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,
Tower and tem­ple fall to dust.
But God’s pow­er, hour by hour,
Is my tem­ple and my tow­er.

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 soul 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.