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. 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. 2. 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 hath spoke? For sov’reign pow’r reign not alone, Grace is the partner of the throne; Thy grace and justice mighty Lord, Shall well divide our last reward.