1-2. I love you, God—you make me strong.God is bedrock under my feet,the castle in which I live,my rescuing knight.My God—the high cragwhere I run for dear life,hiding behind the boulders,safe in the granite hideout.
3. I sing to God, the Praise-Lofty,and find myself safe and saved.
4-5. The hangman’s noose was tight at my throat;devil waters rushed over me.Hell’s ropes cinched me tight;death traps barred every exit.
6. A hostile world! I call to God,I cry to God to help me.From his palace he hears my call;my cry brings me right into his presence—a private audience!