P. P. Bliss

IN Zion’s Rock abiding,

My soul her triumph sings;

In His pavilion hiding,

I praise the King of kings.

My High Tower is He!

To Him will I flee;

In Him confide,

In Him abide;

My High Tower is He!


Wild waves are round me swelling,

Dark clouds above I see;

Yet, in my Fortress dwelling,

More safe I cannot be.


My Tower of strength can never

In time of trouble fail;

No power of hell, forever,

Against it shall prevail.


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