In Zion's Rock abiding,
My soul her triumph sings;
In his pavilion hiding,
I praise the King of kings.
CHORUS
My Strong Tow'r is he!
To him will I flee;
In him confide, in him abide;
My Strong Tow'r is he!
Wild waves are round me swelling,
Dark clouds above I see;
Yet, in my fortress dwelling,
More safe I cannot be.
My tow'r of strength can never
In time of trouble fail;
No pow'r of Satan ever
Against it shall prevail.