O Lord! we would delight in Thee,
And on Thy care depend;
To Thee in every trouble flee,
Our safe, unfailing Friend.

When human cisterns are all dried,
Thy fulness is the same;
May we with this be satisfied,
And glory in Thy name.

No good in creatures can be found,
All, all is found in Thee;
We must have all things and abound,
Through Thy sufficiency.

Thou that hast made our heaven secure,
Wilt here all good provide;
While Christ is rich, can we be poor?
Christ who for us has died!

O Lord! we cast each care on Thee,
And triumph and adore;
O that our great concern may be
To love and praise Thee more.