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 opening 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;
And prov'd his saving grace divine.
[5 With speed he flew to my relief,
As on a cherub’s wing he rode;
Awful, and bright as light'ning shone
The face of my deliverer God.
6 Temptations fled at his rebuke,
The blast of his almighty breath;
He sent salvation from on high,
And drew me from the deeps of death.]
7 Great were my fears, my foes were great,
Much was their strength, and more their rage;
But Christ, my Lord, is conqu'ror still,
In all the wars the proud can 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 | |
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First Line: | Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength |
Title: | Deliverance from despair; or, Temptation overcome |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Scripture: | ; |
Notes: | First part |