O God, Thou Faithful God

O God

Thou faith­ful God

Thou fount­ain ev­er flow­ing

Without whom no­thing is

All per­fect gifts be­stow­ing

Grant me a heal­thy frame

And give me

Lord

with­in

A con­science free from blame

A soul un­hurt by sin.

And grant me

Lord

to do

With rea­dy heart and will­ing

Whate’er Thou shalt com­mand

My call­ing here ful­fill­ing;

And do it when I ought

With zeal and joy­ful­ness

And bless the work I’ve wrought

For Thou must give suc­cess.

Oh

let me nev­er speak

What bounds of truth ex­ceed­eth;

Grant that no idle word

From out my mouth pro­ceed­eth;

And then

when in my place

I must and ought to speak

My words grant pow­er and grace

Lest I of­fend the weak.

If dang­ers ga­ther round

Still keep me calm and fear­less;

Help me to bear the cross

When life is dark and cheer­less

To ov­er­come my foe

With words and act­ions kind;

When coun­sel I would know

Good coun­sel let me find.

And let me with all men

As far as in me li­eth

In peace and friend­ship live

And if Thy gift sup­pli­eth

Great wealth and hon­or fair

Then this re­fuse me not

That naught be min­gled there

Of goods un­just­ly got.

If Thou a long­er life

Hast here on earth de­creed me;

If Thou through ma­ny ills

To age at length wilt lead me

Thy pa­tience on me shed.

Avert all sin and shame

And crown my hoa­ry head

With hon­or free from blame.

Let me de­part this life

Confiding in my Sav­ior;

Do Thou my soul re­ceive

That it may live for­ev­er;

And let my bo­dy have

A qui­et rest­ing place

Within a Christ­ian grave;

And let it sleep in peace.

And on that so­lemn day

When all the dead are wak­ing

Stretch o’er my grave Thy hand

Thyself my slum­bers break­ing.

Then let me hear Thy voice

Change Thou this earth­ly frame

And bid me aye re­joice

With those who love Thy name.