Verse 1
We do not, Lord, in Thee confide
But tempt, instead of honouring, Thee,
Who lay the common means aside,
Neglect our own security,
And look for thy protecting grace
In a presumptuous idleness.
Verse 2
The prudence, which thy love bestows,
As Providence points out, we use,
To disappoint our cruel foes
The most effectual methods chuse,
From danger and destruction run,
And then we trust thy love alone.