Truly my waiting soul relies
In silence God upon:
Because from him there doth arise
All my salvation.
He only is my rock, and he
Salvation is to me;
And he is my defence that I
Mov’d greatly shall not be.

How long against a man will ye
Plot mischief? you shall fall;
And as a tottering fence you be,
And like a bowing wall.
His excellence yet to suppress
They counsel do impart,
They lies do love, with mouth they bless,
But curse within their heart. Selah.

My soul wait thou on God, and let
My hopes on him abide,
My rock and safety he alone,
My tow’r, I shall not slide.
On God doth my salvation
And glory make abode.
The rock of my munition,
My refuge is in God.

Ye people upon him, O see
You put our trust alway:
Pour out your hearts before him ye;
God is your hopeful stay.
Sure base men’s sons are vanity,
And high men’s sons a lie;
When joyntly they in balance lie;
More light than vanity.

In robb’ry be not vain, nor yet
Trust in oppression;
If wealth increase, yet do not set
Your hearts delight thereon.
Once spoken hath the God of might
This word once and again
I plainly heard, that powerful might
Doth unto God pertain.

Also to thee benignity
O Lord doth appertain:
For even as his work shall be
Thou rendrest man again.