O Christ, Thou mighty Son of God,
Thou art my great, high tower,
In which I hide from every foe,
And thus escape their power.
In majesty thy rugged walls
Rise high in might secure,
For every stone is fitly joined,
And Christ, the Rock, is sure.

Thy bulwarks bold, have stood the test
Of conflicts fierce and long,
Unmoved by any power or might
Through all the ages gone.
‘Twas in Thy shelter, mighty tower,
Our forefathers would flee,
Where strength divine Thou didst afford,
And give them victory.

So surely Thou my soul wilt keep,
As in Thy inner cell
In quiet confidence I hide
From all attacks of hell.
I rest my soul in Thee, my tower,
My stronghold, evermore;
My feeble strength I yield to Thee,
My fighting days are o’er.
For Thou, the mighty Captain,
Will undertake for me,
And in Thy strength all glorious
Give me the victory.