1 My spirit looks to God alone;
My rock and refuge is his throne;
In all my fears, in all my straits,
My soul on his salvation waits.
2 Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways,
Pour out your hearts before his face;
When helpers fail, and foes invade,
God is our all sufficient aid.
3 False are the men of high degree,
The baser sort are vanity;
Laid in the balance, both appear
Light as a puff of empty air.
4 Make not increasing gold your trust,
Nor set your hearts on glitt'ring dust;
Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke?
And not believe what God has spoke?
5 Once has his awful voice declar'd,
Once and again my ears have heard,
'All pow'r is his eternal due;
'He must be fear'd and trusted too.'
6 For sov'reign pow'r reigns not alone,
Grace is a partner of the throne,
Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord,
Shall well divide our last reward.
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First Line: | My spirit looks to God alone |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
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Notes: | Now Public Domain. |