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 glittering dust;
Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke,
And not believe what God hath spoke?
5 Once has his awful voice declared,
Once and again my ears have heard,
"All power is his eternal due:
He must be fear'd and trusted too."
6 For sovereign power 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 |
Title: | No Trust in the Creatures; or Faith in divine Grace and Power |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1845 |
Topic: | The Christain: His Duty and Graces; Confidence in God |