Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength, My rock, my tower, my high defense

Verse 1

Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength, My rock, my tow'r, my high defence; Thy mighty arm shall be my trust, For I have found salvation thence.

Verse 2

Death, and the terrors of the grave, Stood round me with their dismal shade; While floods of high temptations rose, And made my sinking soul afraid.

Verse 3

I saw the op'ning gates of hell, With endless pains and sorrows there, (Which none but they that feel can tell) While I was hurry'd to despair.

Verse 4

In my distress I call'd my God, When I could scarce believe him mine: He bow'd his ear to my complaint; And prov'd his saving grace divine.

Verse 5

With speed he flew to my relief, As on a cherub’s wing he rode; Awful, and bright as lightning, shone The face of my deliv'rer, God.

Verse 6

Temptations fled at his rebuke, The blast of his Almighty breath; He sent salvation from on high, And drew me from the deeps of death.

Verse 7

Great were my fears, my foes were great, Much was their strength, and more their rage; But Christ, my Lord, is conqu'ror still, In all the wars the proud can wage.

Verse 8

My song for ever shall record That terrible, that joyful hour; And give the glory to the Lord Due to His mercy and his pow'r.