I will love Thee, O Lord, my strength.@Psalm 18:1

From The Psalter (Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania: United Presbyterian Board of Publication, 1912), number 34.

Mendon German tune, arranged by Samuel Dyer, Supplement of Samuel Dyer’s Third Edition of Sacred Music, 1828 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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.

Alternate text:

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.

The merciful shall know Thy grace,
The perfect Thy perfection see;
The pure shall see Thy own pure face;
The froward find a foe in Thee.

To smite the proud and bring them low,
To save the poor is Thy delight.
The Lord will cause my lamp to glow,
My God will make my darkness light.

From God the victory I receive;
Most perfect is His holy way;
His Word is tried, they who believe
Will find the Lord their strength and stay.

For who is God, and strong to save,
Beside the Lord, our God of might?
’Tis He that makes me strong and brave,
The Lord who guides my steps aright.

Thy free salvation is my shield,
My sure defense in every strait;
Thy hand upholds me, lest I yield;
Thy gentleness has made me great.