Keep faith­ful­ly the pro­mise thou
Hast made in con­fir­ma­tion;
Make in thy life this sac­red vow
Thy bul­wark and foun­da­tion.
Remember that God pro­mised hath
In thy bap­tis­mal hour,
To lead and guard and thee award
A fa­ther’s love for­ev­er.

Be true to God, let trou­ble not
Nor cross thee from Him se­ver;
If He’s thy Fa­ther and thy God,
Canst thou then have it bet­ter?
This high­est good gives hap­py mood,
Hast thou His grace and plea­sure;
O hap­py soul, then hast thou more
Than Heav’n and earth can mea­sure.

Be true to God, what­ev­er be
Your call or rank or sta­tion;
What harm can come, if on­ly He
Has thee in His pro­tect­ion?
A fort­ress is His bless­èd grace
’Gainst world and sin and de­vil,
His stan­dard can mis­lead no man,
But shields from ev­ery ev­il.

Be true to God, con­fess His name,
His word thou hear and hon­or;
Be stead­fast, let no fear nor fame
Nor place af­fect this man­ner.
The world will have its dust and chaff;
They shall to­ge­ther per­ish,
But God’s own word shall still go forth,
And with­out fail­ure flour­ish.