Just are thy ways, and true thy word,

Great rock of my secure abode;

Who is a God beside the Lord?

Or where's a refuge like our God?

'Tis he that girds me with his might,

Gives me his holy sword to wield;

And while with sin and hell I fight,

Spreads his salvation for my shield.

He lives (and blessed be my rock!)

The God of my salvation lives,

The dark designs of hell are broke;

Sweet is the peace my Father gives.

Before the scoffers of the age,

I will exalt my Father's name,

Nor tremble at their mighty rage,

But meet reproach and bear the shame.

To David and his royal seed

Thy grace for ever shall extend;

Thy love to saints in Christ their head

Knows not a limit, nor an end.