Just are Thy ways, and true Thy Word,
Great rock of my secure abode:
Who is a god beside the Lord?
Or where’s a refuge like our God?
’Tis He that girds me with His might,
Gives me His holy sword to wield;
And while with sin and hell I fight
Spreads His salvation for my shield.
He lives, and blessèd be my rock!
The God of my salvation lives:
The dark designs of hell are broke;
Sweet is the peace my Father gives.
Before the scoffers of the age
I will exalt my Father’s name,
Nor tremble at their mighty rage,
But meet reproach and bear the shame.
To David and his royal seed
Thy grace for ever shall extend;
Thy love to saints in Christ their head
Knows not a limit, nor an end.