Standard (EADGBE)
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.