Thee Will I Love, O Lord, My Strength

Thee will I love

O Lord

my strength

My rock

my tow­er

my high de­fense;

Thy migh­ty arm shall be my trust

For I have found sal­va­tion thence.

Death

and the ter­rors of the grave

Stood round me with their dis­mal shade;

While floods of high temp­ta­tions rose

And made my sink­ing soul afraid.

I saw the op­en­ing gates of hell

With end­less pains and sor­rows there

Which none but they that feel can tell;

While I was hur­ried to des­pair.

In my dis­tress I called my God

When I could scarce be­lieve Him mine:

He bowed His ear to my com­plaint

Then did His grace ap­pear di­vine.

With speed He flew to my re­lief

As on a cher­ub’s wing He rode;

Awful and bright as light­ning shone

The face of my de­liv­er­er God.

Temptations fled at His re­buke

The blast of His al­migh­ty breath;

He sent sal­va­tion from on high

And drew me from the deeps of death.

Great were my fears

my foes were great

Much was their strength

and more their rage;

But Christ

my Lord

is con­quer­or still

In all the wars that de­vils wage.

My song for ev­er shall record

That ter­ri­ble

that joy­ful hour;

And give the glo­ry to the Lord

Due to His mer­cy and His pow­er.