1. My dependence is on God,
He is now my only hope;
Should I feel the chastening rod.
He will bear my spirits up:
Trust in him then all ye saints,
He will hear your sad complaints.
2. With the powers of earth and hell,
If I'm summoned to engage,
He their efforts will repel,
Bring to nought their impious rage.
Trust in him then all ye saints,
He'll sustain when nature faints.
3. He my numerous wants supplies,
Kindly heals my painful wounds,
Listens to my plaintive cries,
And my foes with ease confounds:
Trust in him then all ye saints,
He will watch around your tents.
4. He restores my wandering feet,
Leads in paths of righteousness;
Soon will he my joys complete,
And my numerous ills redress;
Trust in him then all ye saints,
Cease in future your complaints.
5. Through death's valley when I pass,
I will never yield to fear;
He'll reveal his heavenly grace,
And will gently lead me there:
Trust in him then all ye saints,
He will help when nature faints.