Whose hope is in the Lord ;
We have a blessed haven,
Who anchor in His word :
Though surges break around us,
And clouds our sky may dim,
He will not leave to perish
One soul that clings to Him.
Give praise to our Redeemer, oh, magnify
His grace :
Oux everlasting portion, our sure abiding-place.
2 We have a strong deliverer,
Who trust His mighty arm ;
Not all the hosts of darkness
His chosen ones can harm ;
His arm that brought salvation
Defends them from above ;
They rest within His mercy,
O'ershadowed by His love.
3 O love, that stooped from heaven
To lift us up to God,
O love, that to redeem us
The path of sorrow trod ;
Through yonder land of Beulah
Glad harps with rapture ring,
And numbers without number
Its boundless triumph sing.