1 Should hostile powers against me join,
I have a helper all divine;
To Him my soul shall quickly fly,
On Him my steadfast faith rely.

2 Torn from th’embraces of my friends,
Exiled to earth’s remotest ends;
Yet would I live devoid of fear,
Knowing that God is present there.

3 Weighed down with guilt, o’erwhelmed with grief,
From Him I seek and find relief;
When dread alarms spread all around,
In Him alone is succor found.

4 When outward comforts are withdrawn,
I am content with Him alone;
No real loss can me befall,
For He is mine, and He is all.

He’s ever good, and ever nigh,
He lives when worlds of creatures die;
This glorious God will ever be,
Sufficient for Himself and me.