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Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength, My rock, my tower, my high defense

Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength, My rock, my tower, my high defense

Author: Isaac Watts
Published in 54 hymnals

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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,
Spread over me their dismal shade;
While floods of high temptations 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 complaints;
Then did his grace appear divine.

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

6. Temptations fled at his rebuke,
Dispell'd by 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 conqu'ror 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 pow'r.

[Asterisks following stanza numbers indicate stanzas parodied by Herman Melville in Father Mapple's hymn "The Ribs and Terrors in the Whale", Moby-Dick, ch. 9]

Source: TTT-Himnaro Cigneta #512

Author: Isaac Watts

Isaac Watts was the son of a schoolmaster, and was born in Southampton, July 17, 1674. He is said to have shown remarkable precocity in childhood, beginning the study of Latin, in his fourth year, and writing respectable verses at the age of seven. At the age of sixteen, he went to London to study in the Academy of the Rev. Thomas Rowe, an Independent minister. In 1698, he became assistant minister of the Independent Church, Berry St., London. In 1702, he became pastor. In 1712, he accepted an invitation to visit Sir Thomas Abney, at his residence of Abney Park, and at Sir Thomas' pressing request, made it his home for the remainder of his life. It was a residence most favourable for his health, and for the prosecution of his literary… Go to person page >

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First Line: Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength, My rock, my tower, my high defense
Author: Isaac Watts

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The Cyber Hymnal #6981
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