I trust in God wherever I may be. . . .

I trust in God wherever I may be. . . . Upon the land or on the rolling sea; For come what may, from day to day, My heav'nly Father watches over me.

I trust in God, I know He cares for me, On mountain bleak or on the stormy sea; Though billows roll, He keeps my soul, My heav'nly Father watches over me.

I trust in God, for in the lion's den, On battlefield, or in the prison pen; Through praise or blame, Through flood or fame, My heav'nly Father watches over me.

I trust in God, I know He cares for me, On mountain bleak or on the stormy sea; Though billows roll, He keeps my soul, My heav'nly Father watches over me.

He makes the rose an object of His care, He guides the eagle through the pathless air; And surely He remembers me, My heav'nly Father watches over me.

I trust in God, I know He cares for me, On mountain bleak or on the stormy sea; Though billows roll, He keeps my soul, My heav'nly Father watches over me.