My Spirit Looks to God Alone

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.

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.

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?

Once has His aw­ful voice de­clared

Once and again my ears have heard

All power is His eter­nal due;

He must be feared

and trust­ed

too.

For sov­er­eign pow­er reigns not alone

Grace is a part­ner on the throne:

Thy grace and jus­tice

migh­ty Lord

Shall well di­vide our last re­ward.