Help of the helpless, still afford
Thy pitying love, Thy tender strength.
In every trial, every care,
Thy patient footsteps may we see;—
The sorrows of Thy cross to share
Shall then our joy and glory be.
Secure in Thy unchanging love,
No toil, no suffering will we flee,—
Assured that death itself shall prove
The path that leads to heaven and Thee.