Thine arm of power,
In peril’s hour,
The trembling soul will save.
3 In darkest skies,
Though storms arise,
I will not be dismayed:
O God of light,
And boundless might,
My soul on thee is stayed!
Hastings.
Thine arm of power,
In peril’s hour,
The trembling soul will save.
3 In darkest skies,
Though storms arise,
I will not be dismayed:
O God of light,
And boundless might,
My soul on thee is stayed!
Hastings.