1 Lord! I delight in Thee,
And on Thy care depend;
To Thee in every trouble flee,
My best, my only Friend.

2 Who made my heaven secure,
Will here all good provide:
While Christ is rich, can I be poor?
What can I want beside?

3 I cast my care on Thee!
I triumph and adore;
Henceforth my great concern shall be
To love and please Thee more.