Lord, I delight in thee,
And on thy care depend;
To thee in every trouble flee,
My best, my only Friend.
When nature's streams are dried
Thy fullness is the same;
With this will I be satisfied,
And glory in thy name.
Who made my heaven 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.
--John Ryland.