On Thee our hopes remain;
And when the day of trouble comes
I shall not trust in vain.
In early years Thou wast my Guide,
And of my youth the Friend;
And as my days began with Thee,
With Thee my days shall end.
I know the Power in Whom I trust,
The arm on which I lean;
He will my Savior ever be
Who has my Savior been.
My God, who causedst me to hope
When life began to beat,
And, when a stranger in the world,
Didst guide my wandering feet.
Thou wilt not cast me off when age
And evil days descend;
Thou wilt not leave me in despair
To mourn my latter end.
Therefore in life I'll trust in Thee,
In death I will adore;
And after death will sing Thy praise
When time shall be no more