Truly all my soul's reliance
Is the patient hope, she pleads;
And in Christ she rests affiance
For from him her health proceeds.

This is faithful—my salvation
And my strength is Christ alone;
From that rock of exaltation
By no blast shall I be blown.

Ever shall your tongues dissemble,
And your hearts your neighbours wound;
Frail and like the walls that tremble,
Hanging o'er a broken mound.

Their device is to diminish
Him whom God has made so great;
Flatt'ring they begin, and finish
In deception, lies and hate.

Thou my spirit, notwithstanding,
Still expect the Lord's release;
For I trust at thy commanding
That she shall be sped to peace.

That is faithful—my salvation
And my strength is Christ alone,
From that rock of exaltation
By no blast shall I be blown

Help and hope, and strength are Jesus,
And the glories, as they glow;
To that height from whence he sees us,
At the last I trust to go.

O confide with meek subjection
In the Lord, ye faithful flock,
Kneeling with sincere affection,
For Christ Jesus is our rock

Men, without his grace attending,
Are but emptiness and lies,
Lighter in the scale ascending
Than the vanities they prize.

Keep from theft, nor be injurious,
Quit the scenes of pomp and pride;
Be not in your wealth penurious,
Nor in worldly goods confide.

God himself in glory seated
Spake amidst seraphic throngs;
Twice I've heard the same repeated,
“That the pow'r to God belongs.”

And that thou, O Lord, delightest
Grace and mercy to diffuse;
And the sons of men requitest
Ev'n as they their talents use