O God, our strength, to Thee our song
   With grateful hearts we raise;
To Thee, and Thee alone, belong
    All worship, love, and praise.

In trouble's dark and stormy hour
    Thine ear hath heard our prayer;
And graciously Thine arm of power
    Hath saved us from despair.

And Thou, O ever gracious Lord,
    Wilt keep Thy promise still,
If, meekly hearkening to Thy Word,
    We seek to do Thy will.

Led by the light Thy grace imparts,
    Ne'er may we bow the knee
To idols, which our wayward hearts
    Set up instead of Thee.

So shall Thy choicest gifts, O Lord,
    Thy faithful people bless;
For them shall earth its stores afford,
    And heaven its happiness.

Harriet Auber

Copied from my grandmother’s hymnal, Hymn Book, Methodist Episcopal Church, South: Nashville, TN, 1901, Hymn #41.

Note: The hymns in this hymnal are not titled. So when I do not know the hymn, I make up a title or simply use the first line.

Photo taken in Milton, FL, 2021

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