The Lord is my assurance,
My best comfort in life
He who has yielded himself [to the Lord]
Will never lack salvation and light.
God is my God:
At His command
My soul becomes still.
The Father’s will is enough for me.
 
   Lord, who would not trust Thee?
Thou art the strength of the weak.
Eyes that turn their gaze upon Thee
See wondrous works.
Lord, great in council,
And strong in deeds!
With merciful hands
Thou wilt accomplish Thy work.
 
   He who has loved Thee has never yet
Had to see himself abandoned:
When suffering surrounds him, Thou lettest
Him taste of Thy comfort.
The heart of the pious
Becomes free from pain.
The vain strivings of the sinner
Will one day be annihilated by Thy council.
 
   Therefore hope, oh soul, pin your hopes on God!
The comfort of the foolish disappears;
When the righteous himself even in death
Finds peace and restoration.
When such a one falls,
He is a hero:
He stands when others tremble,
A rock in the storms.
 
   Do not throw away the great hope
That your faith gives you.
Accursed be those who seek refuge with men;
Accursed, he who forsakes Him!
Your Saviour died;
He, He secured for you
Upon His hill of death [Calvary]
The seal of your faith.
 
   Be steadfast when all about you
Storms gather!
God helps when Christians who are without joys
Stammer a plea for grace.
The time of suffering,
The number of tears shed
He counts: He weighs the sorrows
And casts them from your heart.
 
   Lord, Thou art my assurance;
My soul pins its hopes upon Thee.
Thou knowest what is lacking in my felicity,
When I plague myself with worries.
Who would not
Completely rely
On Thee, Almighty One,
And take a hold of himself in tribulation?
 
   Into Thy Hands I commit [myself,]1
My wellbeing and my life.
My hopeful eye gazes upon Thee:
To Thee I wish to yield myself.
Be Thou my God;
And then in death,
[Be Thou] the rock upon which I may base my trust,
Until I see Thy face.