In vain the powers of darkness try
To work the Church’s ill,
The Friend of sinners reigns on high,
And checks them at His will.
Though mischief in their hearts may dwell,
And on their tongues deceit,
A word of His their pride can quell,
And all their aims defeat.
Let worldlings pant for worldly wealth;
Its worth His people see.
The Lord is their desire and health;
The Lord will strengthen me.
My trust is in His grace alone;
His house shall be my home.
How sweet His mercies past to own,
And hope for more to come.