Scripture Verse

He will be our guide even to the end. Psalm 48:14


Georg Neumark (1621–1681)

Words: Ge­org Neu­mark, 1641 (Wer nur den lie­ben Gott lässt wal­ten). First pub­lished in his Fort­ge­pflantz­er mu­si­kal­isch-po­et­isch­er Lust­wald (Je­na, Ger­ma­ny: 1657). Ca­the­rine Wink­worth trans­lat­ed the words from Ger­man to Eng­lish in 1855, and pub­lished them in the Cho­rale Book for Eng­land, 1863.

Music: Neu­mark Ge­org Neu­mark, 1641 (🔊 pdf nwc). This tune is said to have been used for 400 dif­fer­ent hymns.

Catherine Winkworth (1827–1878)


If you will on­ly let God guide you,
And hope in Him through all your ways,
Whatever comes, He’ll stand be­side you,
To bear you through the ev­il days;
Who trusts in God’s un­chang­ing love
Builds on the Rock that can­not move.

Only be still, and wait His lei­sure
In cheer­ful hope, with heart con­tent
To take what­ev­er the Fa­ther’s plea­sure
And all dis­cern­ing love have sent;
Nor doubt our in­most wants are known
To Him who chose us for His own.

Sing, pray, and swerve not from His ways,
But do your part in con­science true;
Trust His rich pro­mis­es of grace,
So shall they be ful­filled in you;
God hears the call of those in need,
The souls that trust in Him in­deed.

Wink­worth’s orig­in­al trans­la­tion:

If thou but suf­fer God to guide thee
And hope in Him through all thy ways,
He’ll give thee strength, what­e’er be­tide thee,
And bear thee through the ev­il days.
Who trust in God’s un­chang­ing love
Builds on the rock that naught can move.

What can these anx­ious cares avail thee
These ne­ver ceas­ing moans and sighs?
What can it help if thou be­wail thee
O’er each dark mo­ment as it flies?
Our cross and tri­als do but press
The hea­vi­er for our bit­ter­ness.

Be pa­tient and await His lei­sure
In cheer­ful hope, with heart con­tent
To take what­ev­er thy Fa­ther’s plea­sure
And His dis­cern­ing love hath sent,
Nor doubt our in­most want are known
To Him who chose us for His own.

God knows full well when time of glad­ness
Shall be the need­ful thing for thee.
When He has tried thy soul with sad­ness
And from all guile has found thee free,
He comes to thee all un­aware
And makes thee own His lov­ing care.

Nor think amid the fiery tri­al
That God hath cast thee off un­heard,
That he whose hopes meet no de­ni­al
Must sure­ly be of God pre­ferred.
Time pass­es and much change doth bring
And set a bound to ev­ery­thing.

All are alike be­fore the High­est:
’Tis ea­sy for our God, We know,
To raise thee up, though low thou li­est,
To make the rich man poor and low.
True won­ders still by Him are wrought
Who set­teth up and brings to naught.

Sing, pray, and keep His ways un­swerv­ing,
Perform thy du­ties faith­ful­ly,
And trust His Word: though un­de­serv­ing,
Thou yet shalt find it true for thee.
God ne­ver yet for­sook in need
The soul that trust­ed Him in­deed.