The Lord’s My Redeemer

The Lord’s my Re­deem­er

My strong­hold is He;

My re­fuge to which

In all tri­als I flee.

He holds me

He helps me

He com­fort be­stows;

He calms each rude cur­rent

Which ov­er me flows.

The Lord’s my Re­deem­er

My strong tow­er is He;

My re­fuge to which

In all tri­als I flee.

He shields me when sounds

Of the tem­pest I hear

He hides me when swift

Rolling bil­lows are near.

He cheers me in dark­ness

Surrounded by foes

And com­forts my soul with

The thought that He knows.

Oh! Sav­ior

Re­deem­er

My help­er and friend

On Thee in all con­flict

My soul doth de­pend.

Direct me

con­trol me

Perfect me

I pray

Till with Thee in glo­ry

I’ll praise Thee for aye.