While foes are strong and dan­ger near,
A voice falls gent­ly on my ear:
My Sav­ior speaks, He says to me,
That as my days my strength shall be.

Refrain

His word a tow­er to which I flee,
For as my days my strength shall be.
His word a tow­er to which I flee,
For as my days my strength shall be.

With such a pro­mise need I fear
For all that now I hold most dear?
No, I will ne­ver anx­ious be,
For as my days my strength shall be.

Refrain

And when at last I’m called to die,
Still on Thy pro­mise I’ll rely;
Yes, Lord, I then will trust in Thee,
That as my days my strength shall be.

Refrain