1 Vainly through the night the ranger
keeps his watch, lest foes alarm;
Still the city lies in danger,
but for God's protecting arm.
Vain were all our toil and labor,
did not God that labor bless;
Vain, without His grace and favor,
ev'ry talent we possess.
2 Vainer still the hope of heaven
that on human strength relies;
but to him shall help be given,
who in humble faith applies.
Seek we then the LORD's Anointed;
He shall grant us peace and rest:
Ne'er was suppliant disappointed,
who through Christ his prayer address'd.