My spirit looks to God alone,
My rock and refuge is His throne.
In all my fears, in all my straits,
My soul on His salvation waits.
Trust Him ye saints in all your ways,
Pour out your hearts before His face;
When helpers fail, and foes invade,
God is our all-sufficient aid.
On The Ruin Of Britain 
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