His Word a Tower

1 While foes are strong, and danger near,
A voice falls gently on my ear;
My Saviour speaks, he says to me,
That as my days, my strength shall be.

2 With such a promise need I fear
For all that now I hold most dear?
No: I will never anxious be,
For, as my days, my strength shall be.

3 When storms of trouble on me fall,
And when my cup is mixed with gall,
This promise will be sweet to me,
That as my days, my strength shall be.

4 And when, at last, I'm called to die,
Still on this promise I'll rely;
Yes, Lord, I then will trust in thee,
That as my days, my strength shall be.

Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #866

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #2450