Our God is able, year by year
For our support, our rest and cheer,
To make His grace abound;
His all-sufficiency our store,
His riches ours, What want we more?
His favors still surround.
He who His Son for us has given,
His own Delight, the Joy of heaven,
Will surely all supply.
Rich is His mercy, great His love,
His constant care we daily prove
As we on Him rely.
Reposing near our Saviour’s side,
As branches in a vine abide
Depending on their root.
Thus shall His love in us abound
And we His vintage shall be found,
For Him producing fruit.
Should sorrow, like a darkening cloud
With lightning flash and thunder loud,
Cause heart and flesh to fail,
His mighty love our refuge sure
In Him we hide and rest secure,
Whatever may assail.
Enriched by Him we all possess,
It is His greatest joy to bless
And satisfy the heart;
And should He call us hence above,
In His embrace we’ll know His love,
Having with Him our part.
Lord Jesus, come, we look for Thee
With longing and expectancy,
Our ever loving Friend;
Soon glory shall replace Thy grace
And we shall see Thee face to face
In joys that ne’er shall end.