My High Tower

In Zi­on’s rock ab­id­ing

My soul her tri­umph sings;

In His pa­vil­ion hid­ing

I praise the King of kings.

My high tow­er is He!

To Him will I flee;

In Him con­fide

in Him ab­ide;

My high tow­er is He!

Wild waves are round me swell­ing

Dark clouds above I see;

Yet

in my fort­ress dwell­ing

More safe I can­not be.

My tow­er of strength can nev­er

In time of trou­ble fail;

No pow­er of hell

for­ev­er

Against it shall pre­vail.