Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength, My rock, my tower, my high defense; Thy mighty arm shall be my trust, For I have found salvation thence. Death, and the terrors of the grave, Stood round me with their dismal shade; While floods of high temptations rose, And made my sinking soul afraid. 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. In my distress I called my God, When I could scarce believe Him mine: He bowed His ear to my complaint, Then did His grace appear divine. 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 Deliverer, God. 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. 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. 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.