1 My hopes are placed on high;
All other hopes are vain;
And tho’ at times God seems not nigh,
I’ll trust him just the same.

Chorus:
I’ll trust him just the same,
I’ll trust him just the same;
Whate’er betide, in him confide,
And trust him just the same.

2 Tho’ heavy woes come down,
And Satan seems to reign;
Tho’ God upon me seems to frown,
I’ll trust him just the same. [Chorus]

3 I’ll seek him for his grace,
Nor of my lot complain;
I’ll take him for my hiding place,
And trust him just the same. [Chorus]

4 And when, in God’s own time,
I cross death’s sullen stream;
O Savior, take my hand in thine;
I’ll trust him just the same. [Chorus]