Thee Will I Love, O Lord, My Strength (EN 593)

EN 593 Thee Will I Love, O Lord, My Strength

Ps.18.1

Versi Version 1

1

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.

2

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.

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 called my God,

When I could scarce believe Him mine:

He bowed His ear to my complaint,

Then did His grace appear divine.

5

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.

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 conqueror 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 power.

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