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.

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 God’s power, hour by hour,
Is my temple and my tower.

God’s great goodness aye endureth,
Deep His wisdom, passing thought:
Splendor, light and life attend him,
Beauty springeth out of naught.
Evermore from His store
Newborn worlds rise and adore.

Daily doth th’almighty Giver
Bounteous gifts on us bestow;
His desire our soul delighteth,
Pleasure leads us where we go.
Love doth stand at His hand;
Joy doth wait on His command.

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 one and all:
Ye who follow shall not fall.

Almighty Father of mankind,
On Thee our hopes remain;
And when the day of trouble comes
I shall not trust in vain.

In early years Thou wast my Guide,
And of my youth the Friend;
And as my days began with Thee,
With Thee my days shall end.

I know the Power in Whom I trust,
The arm on which I lean;
He will my Savior ever be
Who has my Savior been.

My God, who causedst me to hope
When life began to beat,
And, when a stranger in the world,
Didst guide my wandering feet.

Thou wilt not cast me off when age
And evil days descend;
Thou wilt not leave me in despair
To mourn my latter end.

Therefore in life I’ll trust in Thee,
In death I will adore;
And after death will sing Thy praise
When time shall be no more.

God of our youth, to Whom we yield
The tribute of our eager praise,
Upon the well contested field,
And mid the glory of these days,
God of our youth, be with us yet,
Lest we forget, lest we forget.

Sturdy of limb, with bounding health,
Eager to play the hero’s part,
Grant to us each that greater wealth,
An undefiled and loyal heart,
God of our youth, be Thou our might,
To do the right, to do the right.

When from the field of mimic strife,
Of strength with strength, and speed with speed,
We face the sterner fights of life,
As then our strength in time of need,
God of our youth, inspire us still,
To do Thy will, to do Thy will.

My hope, my all, my Savior Thou,
To Thee, lo, now my soul I bow!
I feel the bliss Thy wounds impart,
I find Thee, Savior, in my heart.

Be Thou my strength, be Thou my way;
Protect me through my life’s short day:
In all my acts may wisdom guide,
And keep me, Savior, near Thy side.

Correct, reprove and comfort me,
As I have need my Savior be;
And if I would from Thee depart,
Then clasp me, Savior, to Thy heart.

In fierce temptation’s darkest hour,
Save me from sin and Satan’s power;
Tear every idol from Thy throne,
And reign, my Savior, reign alone.

My suffering time shall soon be o’er;
Then shall I sigh and weep no more;
My ransomed soul shall soar away,
To sing Thy praise in endless day.