Spiritual Melody Containing near Three Hundred Sacred Hymns. By Benjamin Keach |
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HYMN 7.
[Thou art, O Lord, a Tower strong]
God a strong Tower.
[The First Part.]
Thou art, O Lord, a Tower strong,
And Refuge for the Poor,
And that we might all hide in thee,
Hast opened a door.
And Refuge for the Poor,
And that we might all hide in thee,
Hast opened a door.
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Christ is the Door that does let us
Into this Tower, where
We may be safe, and we all know
No other Door is there.
Into this Tower, where
We may be safe, and we all know
No other Door is there.
Our defence is in the Lord,
The high and lofty one,
And in thee we most safe shall be,
Till all the trouble's gone.
The high and lofty one,
And in thee we most safe shall be,
Till all the trouble's gone.
Thou art our Shield and Hiding place,
To thee we haste away,
Fore-seeing Dangers very nigh,
Dare now no longer stay.
To thee we haste away,
Fore-seeing Dangers very nigh,
Dare now no longer stay.
In thee is safety, if we fly,
Our Tower is so strong,
We fear no Siege, no Mines can hurt,
Nor do our Tower wrong.
Our Tower is so strong,
We fear no Siege, no Mines can hurt,
Nor do our Tower wrong.
Nor can we starve whilst here we ly,
Thy Stores cannot be spent,
In thee is Bread, and all supply,
No ways can Foes invent
Thy Stores cannot be spent,
In thee is Bread, and all supply,
No ways can Foes invent
To take our Fort, we fear no Bombs
Nor Cannon though they roar,
But from our Tower the cruel Foes
To pieces shall be tore.
Nor Cannon though they roar,
But from our Tower the cruel Foes
To pieces shall be tore.
The second Part.
We in this Tower venture may
All that to us is dear,
Nought can exceed our precious Souls,
Let them be lodged there.
All that to us is dear,
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Let them be lodged there.
Strong Parties garrison within,
Who oft make sallies out;
And one of them can in a night
A mighty Army rout.
Who oft make sallies out;
And one of them can in a night
A mighty Army rout.
An hundred eighty thousand men,
Did one of these destroy,
Of cursed Foes who did strive then,
Gods Israel to annoy.
Did one of these destroy,
Of cursed Foes who did strive then,
Gods Israel to annoy.
A Tower strong is compass'd round
With a thick mighty wall,
For to keep off such Foes who do
Pell-mell upon it fall.
With a thick mighty wall,
For to keep off such Foes who do
Pell-mell upon it fall.
For Bulwarks God Salvation hath
Appointed for the Poor,
And he a wall of fire is round
About us evermore.
Appointed for the Poor,
And he a wall of fire is round
About us evermore.
Can such who in this Tower are,
Be any time afraid,
All such who know the strength of it,
Can never be dismaid.
Be any time afraid,
All such who know the strength of it,
Can never be dismaid.
Take up your Lodging then within,
Haste quickly, don't delay,
Cast off base Habits, leave your Sin,
Christ Jesus is the way.
Haste quickly, don't delay,
Cast off base Habits, leave your Sin,
Christ Jesus is the way.
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Those who would enter into it,
And not by the right Door,
Will see themselves without the walls,
Before this day is o're.
And not by the right Door,
Will see themselves without the walls,
Before this day is o're.
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