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Find rest, oh my soul, in God alone, my hope, it comes from Him.

He above all is loving and strong, a warrior as well as a friend.

A rock for my feet, a roof for my head, a bulwark in life's desperate hours.

My Salvation and my honor depend on God, then why is my soul so downcast and

anxious?

I trust You at all times, pour out my heart, bearing my soul here before You,

Cause You aren't like the one's I've trusted before. When I open up, Your

there all the more.

Low-born men are but a breath, the high-born are but a lie.

If placed on a scale before my God, they'd amount to a breath or a sigh.

We worry 'bout our position in life, so others will think we've arrived;

But You love the peasant as much as the prince, the despised of men as much

as the honored.

I trust You at all times, pour out my heart, bearing my soul here before You,

Cause You aren't like the one's I've trusted before. When I open up, Your

there all the more.

I trust You at all times, pour out my heart, bearing my soul here before You,

Cause You aren't like the one's I've trusted before. When I open up, Your

there all the more.