O LORD, I would delight in Thee, And on Thy care depend; To Thee in every trouble flee, My best, my only Friend.
When all created streams are dried, Thy fulness is the same; May I with this be satisfied, And glory in Thy name!
O that I had a stronger faith, To look within the veil; To credit what my Saviour saith, Whose word can never fail!
He Who has made my Heaven secure, Will here all good provide; While Christ is rich, can I be poor? What can I want beside?
O Lord! I cast my care on Thee, I triumph and adore: Henceforth my great concern shall be To love and please Thee more.
John Ryland, 1753-1825