Just Are Thy Ways

Just are Thy ways

and true Thy Word

Great rock of my se­cure ab­ode:

Who is a god be­side the Lord?

Or where’s a re­fuge like our God?

’Tis He that girds me with His might

Gives me His ho­ly sword to wield;

And while with sin and hell I fight

Spreads His sal­va­tion for my shield.

He lives

and bless­èd be my rock!

The God of my sal­va­tion lives:

The dark de­signs of hell are broke;

Sweet is the peace my Fa­ther gives.

Before the scoff­ers of the age

I will ex­alt my Fa­ther’s name

Nor trem­ble at their migh­ty rage

But meet re­proach and bear the shame.

To Da­vid and his roy­al seed

Thy grace for ev­er shall ex­tend;

Thy love to saints in Christ their head

Knows not a lim­it

nor an end.