The Holdfast I threatened to observe the strict decree Of my deare God with all my power and might: But I was told by one, `It could not be; Yet I might trust in God to be my light.' `Then will I trust,' said I, `in Him alone.' `Nay, ev'n to trust in Him, was also His: We must confesse that nothing is our own.' `Then I confesse that He my succour is.' `But to have nought is ours, not to confesse That we have nought.' I stood amaz'd at this, Much troubled, till I heard a friend expresse That all things were more ours by being His: What Adam had, and forfeited for all, Christ keepeth now, Who cannot fail or fall. |
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