Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength, My rock, my tower, my high defense

1 Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength,
My rock, my tow'r, 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 temptations 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 hurry'd 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;
And prov'd his saving grace 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 deeps of death.]

7 Great were my fears, my foes were great,
Much was their strength, and more their rage;
But Christ, my Lord, is conqu'ror still,
In all the wars the proud can 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 pow'r.

Source: Church Hymn Book: consisting of newly composed hymns with the addition of hymns and psalms, from other authors, carefully adapted for the use of public worship, and many other occasions (1st ed.) #P.XVIII.I

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