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
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