1 I love you, O Lord, you alone,
my refuge on whom I depend;
my maker, my saviour, my own,
my hope and my trust without end.
The Lord is my strength and my song,
defender and guide of my ways;
my master to whom I belong,
my God who shall have all my praise.

2 The dangers of death gathered round,
the waves of destruction came near;
but in my despairing I found
the Lord who released me from fear.
I called for his help in my pain,
to God my salvation I cried;
he brought me his comfort again,
I live by the strength he supplied.

3 The earth and the elements shake
with thunder and lightning and hail;
the cliffs and the mountain - tops break
and mortals are feeble and pale.
His justice is full and complete,
his mercy to us has no end;
the clouds are a path for his feet,
he comes on the wings of the wind.

4 My hope is the promise he gives,
my life is secure in his hand;
I shall not be lost, for he lives!
He comes to my aid I shall stand!
Lord God, you are powerful to save,
your Spirit will spur me to pray;
your Son has defeated the grave:
I trust and I praise you today!

Christopher Idle from Psalm 18
© Christopher Idle/Jubilate Hymns Ltd
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