Words: Robert Seymour
Bridges (1844-1930), alt., after Joachim Neander (1650-1680)
Music: Michael,
Herbert Howells (1892-1983)
All my hope on God is founded;
He doth still my trust renew,
Me through change and chance he
guideth,
Only good and only true.
God unknown, he alone
Calls my heart to be his own.
Mortal pride and earthly glory,
Sword and crown betray our trust;
Though with care and toil we
build them,
Tower and temple fall to dust.
But God’s power, hour by hour,
Is my temple and my tower.
God’s great goodness e’er
endureth,
Deep his wisdom passing thought:
Splendor, light, and life attend
him,
Beauty springeth out of nought.
Evermore from his store
Newborn worlds rise and adore.
Daily doth the almighty Giver
Bounteous gifts on us bestow;
His desire our soul delighteth,
Pleasure leads us where we go.
Love doth stand, at his hand;
Joy doth wait on his command.
Still from earth to God eternal
Sacrifice of praise be done,
High above all praises praising
For the gift of Christ his son.
Christ doth call one and all:
Ye who follow shall not fall.