1 Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength,
My rock, my tower, my high defence,
Thy mighty arm shall be my trust,
For I have found salvation thence.
2 Death and the terrors of the grave;
Stood round me with their dismal shade;
While floods of high temptation rose,
And made my sinking soul afraid.
3 I saw the op'ning gates of hell,
With endless pains and sorrows there;
Which none but they that feel can tell
While I was hurried to despair.
4 In my distress I call'd 'my God,'
When I could scarce believe him mine;
He bow'd his ear to my complaint;
Then did his grace appear divine.
5 [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 deliv'rer God.]
6 [Temptations fled at his rebuke,
The blast of his almighty breath:
He sent salvation from on high,
And drew me from the depths of death.]
7 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.
8 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.
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First Line: | Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Scripture: | ; |
Notes: | Part 1 |