"For this God is our God forever and ever,
He will be our guide even unto death."
My lips open Thou, and my tongue shall sing praises,
Praises to Him with unfaltering breath.
God is our refuge and strength in all trouble;
Let the sea roar, and the billows roll high;
Call, O my soul, in faith, ever humble,
Present thou'lt find Him, a refuge e'er nigh.
Not unto us, not to us be the glory;
Not unto us, but unto Thy great name;
Loving and tender, Father, Defender,
God changeth not; He is ever the same.
Down to old age, when the frail bark is drifting,
And gray hairs are wafted on each passing wave,
His canopy o'er us; His arm shall enfold us;
His strong arm so tender, yet mighty to save.