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!
2
Wild waves are round me swelling,
Dark clouds above I see;
Yet, in my Fortress dwelling,
More safe I cannot be.
3
My Tower of strength can never
In time of trouble fail;
No power of hell, forever,
Against it shall prevail.
