Strong are the walls around me

Strong are the walls around me

That hold me all the day;

But they who thus have bound me

Cannot keep God away:

My very dungeon walls are dear

Because the God I love is here.

They know

who thus oppress me

’Tis hard to be alone;

But know not One can bless me

Who comes through bars and stone;

He makes my dungeon’s darkness bright

And fills my bosom with delight.

Thy love

O God

restores me

From sighs and tears to praise;

And deep my soul adores Thee

Nor thinks of time or place:

I ask no more

in good or ill

But union with Thy holy will.

’Tis that which makes my treasure

’Tis that which brings my gain;

Converting woe to pleasure

And reaping joy from pain.

Oh

’tis enough

whate’er befall

To know that God is All in all.