I Love the Lord, His Strength Is Mine

I love the Lord

His strength is mine;

He is my God

I trust His grace;

My fort­ress high

my shield di­vine

My Sav­ior and my hid­ing place.

My pray­er to God shall still be raised

When trou­bles thick around me close;

The Lord

most wor­thy to be praised

Will res­cue me from all my foes.

When

floods of ev­il rag­ing near

Down nigh to death my soul was brought

I cried to God in all my fear;

He heard and great de­liv­er­ance wrought.

He came: the earth’s foun­da­tions quake

The hills are shak­en from their place

Thick smoke and fire de­vour­ing break

In ang­er dread be­fore His face.

Descending through the bend­ing skies

With gloom and dark­ness un­der Him

Forth through the storm Je­ho­vah flies

As on the wings of cher­ub­im.

Thick dark­ness hides Him from the view

And swell­ing clouds His pre­sence veil

Until His glo­ri­ous light breaks through

In light­ning flash and glist­en­ing hail.

Jehovah’s thun­ders fill the heav­en

The dread­ful voice of God Most High;

With shafts of light the clouds are riv­en

His foes

dis­mayed

in ter­ror fly.

The rag­ing tor­rents ov­er­flow

And sweep the world’s foun­da­tions bare

Because Thy blasts of an­ger blow

O Lord of earth and sea and air.

He took me from the whelm­ing waves

Of bit­ter hate and sore dis­tress;

The Lord

my stay and help­er

saves

Though migh­ty foes around me press.

From dire­ful straits He set me free

He saved the man of His de­light

For good the Lord reward­ed me

Because I kept His ways aright.

Since with my God with per­fect heart

I walk and make His Word my guide

And from ini­qui­ty de­part

The Lord His bless­ing will pr­ovide.