From the Gadsby Hymnal

The Lord in Zion reigns,

And will his people keep;

'Tis he the universe sustains,

And well secures his sheep.

Though with afflictions sore

He may them exercise;

Yet still his hand they shall adore

And still his love shall prize.

Should poverty, and loss

Of every kind of good,

Conspire to make our weighty cross,

Our helper still is God.

May we forever trust

And glory in his name;

Jesus, the faithful, true, and just,

Forever is the same!

(Author is listed as Adams, but no other information given)