My goodness, fortress, my high tow'r, deliverer, and shield, In whom I trust: who under me my people makes to yield.
I of the Lord my God will say, He is my refuge still, He is my fortress, and my God, and in him trust I will.
My fortress is the Lord, My rock, and he that doth to me deliverance afford: My God, my strength, whom I will trust, a buckler unto me, The horn of my salvation, and my high tow'r, is he.
While he's in pow'r I'll wait on thee; for God is my high rock.
See God our shield, look on the face of thine anointed dear.
God doth avenge me, and subdues the people under me.
A willing people in thy day of pow'r shall come to thee, In holy beauties from morn's womb; thy youth like dew shall be.