Who trusts in God, a strong abode
In Heav’n and earth pos­sess­es;
Who looks in love to Christ above,
No fear his heart op­press­es.
In Thee alone, dear Lord, we own
Sweet hope and con­so­la­tion;
Our shield from foes, our balm for woes,
Our great and sure sal­va­tion.

Though Sa­tan’s wrath be­set our path,
And world­ly scorn as­sail us;
While Thou art near we will not fear,
Thy strength shall ne­ver fail us.
Thy rod and staff, shall keep us safe,
And guide our steps for­ev­er;
Nor shades of death, nor hell be­neath,
Our souls from Thee shall se­ver.

In all the strife of mor­tal life,
Our feet shall stand se­cure­ly;
Temptation’s hour shall lose its pow­er,
For Thou shalt guard us sure­ly.
O God, re­new, with hea­ven­ly dew,
Our body, soul, and spi­rit,
Until we stand at Thy right hand,
Through Je­sus’ sav­ing mer­it.