From the Gadsby Hymnal

The God I trust is true and just;

His mercy has no end;

HImself has said my ransom's paid,

And I on Him depend.

Then why so sad, my soul? though bad,

Thou hast a Friend that's good;

He brought thee dear (abandon fear);

He bought thee with His blood.

So rich a cost can ne'er be lost,

Though faith be tried by fire;

Keep Christ in view; let God be true;

And every man a liar.

Joseph Hart (1712-1768)