1 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 you alone, dear Lord, we own
Sweet hope and consolation;
Our shield from foes, our balm for woes,
Our great and sure salvation.

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

3 In all the strife of mortal life
Our feet shall stand securely;
temptation's hour shall lose its power,
for you shall guard us surely.
O God, renew, with heav'nly dew,
Our body, soul, and spirit,
Until we stand at your right hand,
Through Jesus' saving merit.