On God alone my soul re­lies,
And He will soon re­lieve;
The Lord will hear my plaint­ive cries
At morn­ing, noon, and eve.

He has re­deemed my soul in peace,
From con­flict set me free;
My ma­ny foes are made to cease,
And strive no more with me.

The liv­ing God in right­eous­ness
Will re­com­pense with shame
The men, who hard­ened by suc­cess,
Forget to fear His name.

All trea­cher­ous friends who ov­er­reach
And break their plight­ed troth,
Who hide their hate with ho­neyed speech
With such the Lord is wroth.

Upon the Lord thy bur­den cast
To Him bring all thy care;
He will sus­tain and hold thee fast,
And give thee strength to bear.

God will not let His saints be moved;
Protected, they will shall see
Their foes cut off and sin re­proved;
O God, I trust in Thee.