How great the good­ness kept in store
For those who fear Thee and ad­ore
In meek hu­mi­li­ty.
How great the deeds with mer­cy fraught
Which op­en­ly Thy hand has wrought
For those who trust in Thee,
For those who trust in Thee.

Secured by Thine un­fail­ing grace,
In Thee they find a hid­ing place
When foes their plots de­vise;
A sure re­treat Thou will pre­pare,
And keep them safe­ly shel­tered there,
When strife of tongues shall rise,
When strife of tongues shall rise.

Blest be the Lord, for He has showed,
While giv­ing me a safe abode,
His love be­yond com­pare;
Although His face He seemed to hide,
He ev­er heard me when I cried;
And made my wants His care,
And made my wants His care.

Ye saints, Je­ho­vah love and serve,
For He the faith­ful will pre­serve,
And shield from men of pride;
Be strong, and let your hearts be brave,
All ye that wait for Him to save,
In God the Lord con­fide,
In God the Lord con­fide.