O God, my strength and for­ti­tude
In truth I will love Thee;
Thou art my cas­tle and de­fense
In my ne­ces­si­ty.

My God, my rock, in whom I trust,
The work­er of my wealth,
My re­fuge, buck­ler, and my shield,
The horn of all my health.

When I, be­set with pain and grief,
Prayed to my God for grace;
Forthwith my God heard my com­plaint,
Out of His ho­ly place.

The Lord des­cend­ed from above,
And bowed the heav­ens high,
And un­der­neath His feet He cast
The dark­ness of the sky.

On che­rub and on che­rub­im
Full roy­al­ly He rode;
And on the wings of all the winds
Came fly­ing all abroad.

He brought me forth in op­en place,
That so I might be free;
And kept me safe, be­cause He had
A favor un­to me.

Unspotted are the ways of God,
His Word is tru­ly tried;
He is a sure de­fense to such
As in His ways abide.