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 Ballance 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 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.