If I lost my lover and friend my heart would ache,
If I lost all my riches with nothing left to take,
If my flesh begins to crumble as time its work succeeds,
All in all I know these were not truly my needs.

Only you, dear heavenly Father, permit this earthly toll,
Only you, Lord Jesus, can satisfy the soul,
Only you, sweet Spirit, can give me self-control.

If now my house is empty there still abides a guest,
My forever friend, Lord Jesus, sees me through each test,
To see aright with eagles sight,
To win the battle in the night,

When all is quiet and the silence is so loud,
Your tender loving mercy covers as with a shroud.