Who trusts in God a strong abode
In heav’n and earth possesses,
Who looks in love to Christ above
No fear his heart oppresses.
In thee alone, dear Lord, we own
Sweet hope and consolation:
Our shield from foes, our balm tor woes,
Our great and sure salvation.

Though Satan's wrath beset our path,
And worldly scorn assail us,
While Thou art near we will not fear,
Thy strength shall never fail us:
Thy rod and staff shall keep us safe,
And guide our steps for ever,
Nor shades of death, nor hell beneath,
Our souls from Thee shall sever.

In all the strife of mortal life
Our feet shall stand securely;
Temptation's hour shall lose its pow’r,
For Thou shalt guard us surely.
O God, renew, with heav'nly dew,
Our body, soul, and spirit,
Until we stand at Thy night hand,
Through Jesus saving merit.