Verse 1
Who our trust in princes place,
On broken reeds we lean,
Greatest of the sinful race,
Yet still they are but men,
Weak as helpless infancy
From every child of man I cease,
Nothing can they add to me
Of real happiness.
Verse 2
Ease to an afflicted soul
The creature cannot give,
Make a wounded spirit whole
Or help me to believe:
Jesus, I on Thee depend
Who canst, and wilt my sins remove,
Help, and save me to the end
By thine almighty love.