1 I love the Lord, His strength is mine;
He is my God, I trust His grace;
My fortress high, my shield divine,
My Savior and my hiding-place
2 My prayer to God shall still be raised
When troubles thick around me close;
The lord, most worthy to be praised,
Will rescue me from all my foes.
3 When, floods of evil raging near,
Down nigh to dearth my soul was brought
I cried to God in all my fear;
He heard and great deliverance wrought.
4 He came: the earth's foundations quake,
The hills are shaken from their place,
Thick smoke and fire devouring break
In anger dread before His face.
5 Descending through the bending skies,
With gloom and darkness under Him,
Forth through the storm Jehovah flies
As on the wings of cherubim.
6 Thick darkness hides Him from the view,
And swelling clouds His presence veil,
Until His glorious light breaks through
In lighting flash and glistening hail.
7 Jehovah's thunders fill the heaven,
The dreadful voice of God Most High;
With shafts of light the clouds are riven,
His foes, dismayed, in terror fly.
8 The raging torrents overflow,
And sweep the world's foundations bare,
Because Thy blasts of anger blow,
O Lord of earth and sea and air.
9 He took me from the whelming waves
Of bitter hate and sore distress;
The Lord, my stay and helper, saves,
Thought mighty foes around me press.
10 From direful straits He set me free,
He saved the man of His delight;
For good the Lord rewarded me,
Because i kept His ways aright.
The Psalter: with responsive readings, 1912
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