Psalm 62

Lord, thou art the only Scope
Of my never-fainting Hope;
My Salvation, my Defence,
Refuge of my Innocence:
Thou the Rock I build upon,
Not by man to be o'rethrown.
How long will you machinate!
Persecute with causlesse hate!
You shall like a tott'ring wall,
Like a batter'd Bulwark, fall.
All conspire to cast me downe;
From my browes to teare my Crowne:
Full of fraud, they blesse in show,
When their Thoughts with curses flow.
Yet my Soule on God attends;
All my Hope on him depends;
He the Rock I built upon,
Not by man to be o'rethrown.
He my Glory, he my Tower,
Guards me by his saving Power.
You, who are sincere and just,
In the Lord for ever trust:
Powre your Hearts before his Throne;
His, who can protect alone.
All that are of high Descent,
To the Poore and Indigent,
Nothing are but Vanitie;
Nothing but deceive and lye:
Balanc'd, altogether they
Lighter then a Vapour weigh.
In Oppression trust thou not;
Nor in Wealth by Rapine got:
If thy Riches multiply,
See thou prize them not too high.
God said once; twice have I heard;
Power is his, by Him conferr'd:
His is Mercy; He rewards,
And, as we deserve, regards.