My soul rests only on her mighty God

Verse 1

My soul rests only on her mighty God; From him her safety and her strength has flow'd;

Verse 2

My rock of refuge he, my sure defence; Hence, ye vain fears; ye idle terrors, hence!

Verse 3

Ye sons of mischief, with weak malice fraught, How long will ye indulge each treach'rous thought! Soon shall ye be destroy'd; ye soon shall fall, And break to pieces, like a tumbling wall.

Verse 4

Vainly you all your empty efforts try, To ruin him whom God exalts on high; Vainly you false designing friendships feign; Vain are your lies; your imprecations vain.

Verse 5

Mean while, my soul, rest on thy mighty God; From him thy safety and thy strength hath flow'd;

Verse 6

Thy rock of refuge he, thy sure defence; Hence ye vain fears; ye idle terrors hence!

Verse 7

On him, ye people, constantly rely; Pour forth your hearts, he'll not the boon deny.

Verse 8

Surely the great, the proudest potentate, And the poor wretch that mourns his abject state, 'Fore him are equal;--weigh them in the scales With vanity, and vanity prevails.

Verse 9

Trust not in wealth, by violence obtain'd; 'Twill go as fleetly, as 'twas basely gain'd; Riches flow in, but make them not your boast; Swiftly they wing away, and soon are lost.

Verse 10

Once God hath spoke, and twice I've heard him say, To him alone belongs eternal sway ;

Verse 11

And I'll avow, and speak it all abroad, Justice and mercy both belong to God.