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Lord, I delight in thee,
And on thy care depend;
To thee in ev'ry trouble flee,
My best, my truest Friend.
When nature's streams are dried,
Thy fulness is the same;
With this will I be satisfied,
And glory in thy name.
Who makes my life secure,
Will here all good provide;
While Christ is rich, can I be poor?
What can I want beside?
I cast my care on thee!
I triumph and adore:
Henceforth my great concern shall be
To love and please thee more.