| In Thee, O Lord, do I put my trust: let me never be put to confusion. Be Thou my strong habitation, whereunto I may continually resort: Thou hast given commandment to save me; for Thou art my rock and my fortress. For Thou art my hope, O Lord God: Thou art my trust from my youth. (Psa. 71:1,3,5) |
| A Man shall be as a hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest; as rivers of water in a dry place, as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land. (Isa. 32:2) |
Our frail lives hidden in His strength eternal, Guarded and shielded from the tempest’s shock, The wild winds pass us by — they cannot harm us Where we are sheltered by our fortress rock. |