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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.
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.
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
They who follow shall not fall.
|Joachim Neander, 1650-80,
tr Robert Seymour Bridges, 1844-1930á