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ALL my hope on God is founded;
    He doth still my trust renew,
Me through change and chance He guideth,
    Only good and only true.
        God unknown,
        He alone
    Calls my heart to be His own.
 
2  Pride of man and earthly glory,
    Sword and crown betray his trust;
What with care and toil he buildeth,
    Tower and temple, fall to dust.
        But Godís power,
        Hour by hour,
    Is my temple and my tower.
 
3  Godís great goodness lasts for ever,
    Deep His wisdom, passing thought:
Splendour, light, and life attend Him,
    Good He bringeth out of naught.
        Evermore
        From His store
    Pleasures spring unknown before.
 
4  Daily will the almighty Giver
    Bounteous gifts on us bestow;
His desire our soul delighteth,
    Blessing leads us where we go.
        Love doth stand
        At His hand;
    Joy will flow at His command.
 
5  Still from man to God eternal
    Sacrifice of praise be done,
High above all praises praising
    For the gift of Christ His Son.
        Christ doth call
        Sinners all:
    They who follow shall not fall.
 
Joachim Neander, 1650-80,
tr Robert Seymour Bridges, 1844-1930á