He is our sure foundation, our crown of glory
He is our satisfaction, our wreath of beauty
A rest for the weary, a peaceful repose
From our strivings, our wantings, our fears, and our foes

He’s our stone of salvation, our security
Though mere mortals will fail us, our Helper is He
He’s our source of wisdom, upon which we stand
Firm upon our foundation, held safe in His hand

– From a sermon on Isaiah 28
(To the tune “How Firm A Foundation”)