My Lord will ne’er forsake me,
O, this is sweet indeed;
To know I have a Helper
In every time of need.
Though now my path seems dreary,
Yet He is always near,
In every time of trial
My fainting heart to cheer.
My friends may all despise me,
Yet still I need not fear;
Though scorned by those around me.
Still, Lord, Thou wilt be near.
Lord, may I then ne’er murmur,
Whate’er my lot may be,
But O, may I prove faithful,
Faithful, blest Lord, to Thee.