WHEN dangers press and fears invade, O let us not rely On man, who in the balance weighed, Is light as vanity!
Riches have wings and fly away; Health’s glow must soon grow pale; All strength and vigour shall decay, And worldly wisdom fail.
But God, our God, is still the same As at that solemn hour When thunders spoke His awful name, His majesty and power.
And still sweet mercy’s voice is heard, Proclaiming from above That good and gracious is the Lord, And all His works are love.
Then trust in God, and God alone, On Him by faith rely; For man, and all his works, are known To be but vanity.
Harriet Auber, 1773-1862