|Location in The Sacred Harp|
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.
Samaria 26, Stanza 1a
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.
Samaria 26, Stanza 1b
False are the men in 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,
Not set your heart on glitt’ring dust;
Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke,
And not believe what God has spoke!
Samaria 26, Stanza 2a
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.”
For sovereign pow’r reigns not alone.
Grace is a partner of the throne;
Thy grace and justice, might Lord,
Shall well divide our last reward.
Samaria 26, Stanza 2b