1. From God I will not wander,
   For He’ll not wend from me.
   On paths that shall not founder
   He leads, else I would stray.
   He guides me with His hand,
   By day and night is heedful
   And gives me what is needful,
   Where’er I go or stand.

2. When man’s help and affection
   Shall unavailing prove,
   God grants me His protection
   And shows His pow’r and love.
   He helps in ev’ry need,
   From sin and shame redeems me,
   From chains and bonds reclaims me,
   Yea, e’en from death I’m freed.

3. God shall be my Reliance
   In sorrow’s darkest night;
   Its dread I bid defiance
   When He is at my side.
   I unto Him commend
   My body, soul, and spirit—
   They are His own by merit—
   All’s well then at the end.

4. Whate’er shall be His pleasure
   Is surely best for me;
   He sent His dearest Treasure
   That our weak hearts may see
   His good and gracious will.
   In His own Son He gave us
   Whate’er can bless and save us;
   Praise Him who loves us still!

5. Oh, praise Him, for He never
   Forgets our daily need;
   Oh, blest the hour whenever
   To Him our thoughts can speed;
   Yea, all the time we spend
   Without Him is but wasted,
   Till we His joys have tasted,
   The joy that hath no end.

6. Yea, when the world shall perish
   With all its pomp and pride,
   All that we once did cherish
   No longer shall abide.
   But though in death they make
   The deepest grave our cover,
   When there our sleep is over,
   God shall us then awake.

7. Our soul shall never perish,
   But in yon paradise
   The joys of heav’n shall cherish.
   Our body shall arise
   Pure, holy, new-born, free
   From ev’ry sin and evil;
   The tempting of the devil
   We then no more shall see.

8. What though I here must suffer
   Distress and trials sore,
   I merit ways still rougher;
   And yet there is in store
   For me eternal bliss,
   Yea, pleasures without measure,
   Since Christ is now my Treasure
   And shall be evermore.

9. Such is His will that made us.
   The Father seeks our good;
   The Son of sin doth rid us,
   And saves us by His blood;
   His Spirit rules our ways,
   Through faith in us abiding,
   To heav’n our footsteps guiding.
   To Him be thanks and praise!

Von Gott will ich nicht lassen
Ludwig Helmbold, 1563
Tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1863, alt.
Source: Sts. 2–3, 5–6, 8, The Lutheran Hymnal, 1941, No. 393, alt.
Sts. 1, 4, 7, 9, Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-Book, 1927, No. 509, alt.