1. How sweet, my Father, to recline
On never-failing pow'r,
To feel thine arm upholding me
In ev'ry trying hour!

2. It is thy will that I should bring
My ev’ry care on thee;
To thee refer each rising grief,
Each new perplexity. 

3. Why should my heart be e'er distress'd
By dread of future ill?
Or why should unbelieving fear
My trembling spirit fill?

4. Each hour I trust thy love divine,
And look to thee alone,
To calm each troubled tho't to rest,
In pray'r before thy throne.