I Delight In Thee

Lord, I delight in thee, And on thy care depend; To thee in ev' ry trouble flee, My best, my truest Friend.

When nature' sstreams are dried, Thy fulness is the same; With this will I be satisfied, And glory in thy name.

Who makes my life secure, Will here all good provide; While Christ is rich, can I be poor? What can I want beside?

I cast my care on thee! I triumph and adore: Henceforth my great concern shall be To love and please thee more.