Yet shall my soul in silence still
On God, my help, attentive stay:
Yet he my fort, my heath, my hill,
Remove I may not, move I may.
How long then shall your fruitless will
An enemy so far from fall,
With weak endeavour strive to kill,
You rotten hedge, you broken wall?
Forsooth, that he no more may rise,
Advanced again to throne and crown:
To headlong him their thoughts devise,
And, past relief, to tread him down.
Their love is only love of lies:
Their words and deeds dissenting so,
When from their lips most blessing flies,
Then deepest curse in heart doth grow.
Yet shall my soul in silence still
On God, my hope, attentive stay:
Yet he my fort, my health, my hill,
Remove? O no: not move I may.
My God doth me with glory fill,
Not only shield me safe from harm:
To shun distress, to conquer ill,
To him I climb, in him I arm.
O then, on God, our certain stay,
All people in all times rely,
Your hearts before him naked lay:
To Adam's sons 'tis vain to fly,
So vain so false, so frail are they;
E'en he that seemeth most of might
With lightness' self if him you weigh,
Then lightness' self will weigh him more light.
In fraud, and force, no trust repose:
Such idle hopes from thoughts expel,
And take good heed, when riches grows
Let not your heart on riches dwell.
All power is God's, his own word shows,
Once said by him, twice heard by me:
Yet from thee, Lord, all mercy flows,
And each man's work is paid by thee.
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