I love the Lord, His strength is mine;
He is my God, I trust His grace;
My fort­ress high, my shield di­vine,
My Sav­ior and my hid­ing place.

My pray­er to God shall still be raised
When trou­bles thick around me close;
The Lord, most wor­thy to be praised,
Will res­cue me from all my foes.

When, floods of ev­il rag­ing near,
Down nigh to death my soul was brought,
I cried to God in all my fear;
He heard and great de­liv­er­ance wrought.

He came: the earth’s foun­da­tions quake,
The hills are shak­en from their place,
Thick smoke and fire de­vour­ing break
In ang­er dread before His face.

Descending through the bend­ing skies,
With gloom and dark­ness under Him,
Forth through the storm Je­ho­vah flies,
As on the wings of che­ru­bim.

Thick dark­ness hides Him from the view,
And swell­ing clouds His pre­sence veil,
Until His glo­ri­ous light breaks through
In light­ning flash and glist­en­ing hail.

Jehovah’s thun­ders fill the hea­ven,
The dread­ful voice of God Most High;
With shafts of light the clouds are ri­ven,
His foes, dis­mayed, in ter­ror fly.

The rag­ing tor­rents ov­er­flow,
And sweep the world’s foun­da­tions bare,
Because Thy blasts of an­ger blow,
O Lord of earth and sea and air.

He took me from the whelm­ing waves
Of bit­ter hate and sore dis­tress;
The Lord, my stay and help­er, saves,
Though migh­ty foes around me press.

From dire­ful straits He set me free,
He saved the man of His de­light,
For good the Lord reward­ed me,
Because I kept His ways aright.

Since with my God with per­fect heart
I walk and make His Word my guide,
And from ini­qui­ty de­part,
The Lord His bless­ing will pr­ovide.