We would leave, O God, to Thee,
Every anxious care and fear;
Thou the troubled thought canst see,
Thou canst dry the bitter tear.
Thou dost care for us, we know,—
Care with all a Father’s love;
Thou canst make each earthly woe
Work to higher bliss above.
On this faith we fain would rest;
Strengthen Thou its blessed power!
Steadfast keep it in our breast,
Through each dark and trying hour.