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 bless­èd 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.