1 Of every earthly stay bereft,
Beset by many an ill,
One hope, one precious hope, is left,
The Lord is faithful still.

2 His Church through every past alarm,
In Him has found a Friend.
And, Lord, on Your almighty arm,
We now for all depend.

3 Your mercies hourly round us shine,
The world Your power displays;
The day is Yours, the night is Thine,
The seasons roll Your praise.

4 Your holy covenant shall stand,
For ages bright and sure.
And tell us God is still at hand,
To shield, to save, to cure.

5 On Thee, O Lord, our hopes recline;
O still Your comforts give.
Defeat our enemies and Thine,
And bid Your tremblers live!