His Word a Tower

While foes are strong and dan­ger near

A voice falls gent­ly on my ear:

My Sav­ior speaks

He says to me

That as my days my strength shall be.

His word a tow­er to which I flee

For as my days my strength shall be.

His word a tow­er to which I flee

For as my days my strength shall be.

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.

And when at last I’m called to die

Still on Thy pro­mise I’ll re­ly;

Yes

Lord

I then will trust in Thee

That as my days my strength shall be.