In Zion’s Rock abiding,
My soul her triumph sings;
In his pavilion hiding,
I praise the King of kings.

Chorus‑
My Strong Tower is He!
To Him will I flee;
In Him confide, in Him abide;
My Strong 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 pow’r of Satan ever
Against it shall prevail.

Philip Bliss