Hymns and Prayers to the Trinity, 36

Father, to Thy protection
From fiends and men I fly,
And rest in Thy affection,
When passion's storm runs high,
Beneath my soul, defended
From all invading harms,
Thy mercy hath extended
Its everlasting arms.

Jesus, Jehovah's Power,
Thy promised help I claim,
And run into the tower
Of Thine almighty name:
Impregnable the City
Which hides my life above;
My refuge is Thy pity,
My safety is Thy love.

Spirit of consolation
And all-sufficient grace,
In every strong temptation
Thou shalt a standard raise
Against my foe infernal,
And show me on the tree
The dying God eternal
Whose blood hath ransom'd me.

By faith I now inherit
Both strength and righteousness.
In Father, Son, and Spirit,
The God whom I confess:
Whate'er I ask, desiring,
I have; I surely have
The Three in One conspiring
This dear-bought soul to save.