Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#37

37. Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength

1 Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength,
My rock, my tower, my high defence,
Thy mighty arm shall be my trust,
For I have found salvation thence.

2 Death and the terrors of the grave;
Stood round me with their dismal shade;
While floods of high temptation rose,
And made my sinking soul afraid.

3 I saw the op'ning gates of hell,
With endless pains and sorrows there;
Which none but they that feel can tell
While I was hurried to despair.

4 In my distress I call'd 'my God,'
When I could scarce believe him mine;
He bow'd his ear to my complaint;
Then did his grace appear divine.

5 [With speed he flew to my relief,
As on a cherub’s wing he rode:
Awful and bright as lightning shone
The face of my deliv'rer God.]

6 [Temptations fled at his rebuke,
The blast of his almighty breath:
He sent salvation from on high,
And drew me from the depths of death.]

7 Great were my fears, my foes were great,
Much was their strength, and more their rage:
But Christ, my Lord, is conqueror still,
In all the wars that devils wage.

8 My song for ever shall record
That terrible, that joyful hour;
And give the glory to the Lord,
Due to his mercy and his power.

Text Information

• First Line: Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 18:1-6
  ;
  Psalm 18:15-18
• Notes: Part 1

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