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 ones I've trusted before When I open up You're there all the more Low born men are but a breath The high born are but 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 Despised of men as much as the honored
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