IN God the holy and the just
Would I repose my only trust;
To him in all my troubles fly,
And on his powerful arm rely.
2 With thankfulness for mercies past,
I still on him my burdens cast;
With inward grief my sins confess
And humbly seek forgiving grace.
3 Now, I approach his lofty throne
And find acceptance through his Son;
There will I pour my sighs and tears,
Though slow I speak, he swiftly hears.
4 God is my refuge, and will prove
Supremely worthy of my love;
Rouse then my soul, awake my tongue,
Such wondrous grace demands a song.