1 Isr'el, trust thou in the Lord,
Jesus thy dear Portion is!
He, the great incarnate Word,
Is thy Strength, and Righteousness:
He will thine abide;
Jesus is thy Dwelling-Place,
Closely shelter'd in his Grace,
From all Sin and Satan hide.
2 In the Lord is Vict'ry found
For the struggling sinner still;
Shortly we shall all be crown'd
On Mount Zion's holy Hill:
O! the Mount of God,
There shall we his Wonders tell,
Sing how we were sav'd from Hell,
By his Sorrows, Wounds and Blood.