I threaten’d to observe the strict decree
  Of my dear God with all my power and might;
  But I was told by one, it could not be;
Yet I might trust in God to be my light.

Then will I trust, said I, in him alone.
  Nay, ev’n to trust in him, was also his:
  We must confess, that nothing is our own.
Then I confess that he my succor is.

But to have nought is ours, not to confess
  That we have nought. I stood amaz’d at this,
  Much troubled, till I heard a friend express
That all things were more ours by being his.
  What Adam had, and forfeited for all,
  Christ keepeth now, who cannot fail or fall.