O Lord I Would Delight in Thee [Out of Print]

O Lord, I would delight in Thee, And on Thy care depend; To Thee in every trouble flee, My best, my ever Friend. When all material streams are dried, Thy fullness is the same; May I with this be satisfied, And glory in Thy name. All good, where’er it may be found, Its source doth find in Thee; I must have all things and abound, While God is God to me. O that I had a stronger faith, To look within the veil, To credit what my Saviour saith, Whose word can never fail. He that has made my heaven secure, Will here all good provide; While Christ is rich, can I be poor? What can I want beside? O God, I cast my care on Thee; I triumph and adore; Henceforth my great concern shall be To love and praise Thee more.