My strength when I suffer; my hope when I fall;
My comfort and joy in this land of the stranger;
My treasure, my glory, my God, and my all.
3 To thee, dearest Lord, will I turn without ceasing,
Though grief may oppress me or sorrow befall;
And love thee, till death, my blest spirit releasing,
Secures to me Jesus, my God and my all.
4 And when thou demandest the life thou hast given,
With joy will I answer thy merciful call;
And quit thee on earth, but to find thee in heaven—