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.