While foes are strong and danger near,
A voice falls gently on my ear;
My Savior speaks, He says to me,
That "as my days my strength shall be."

His word a Tower to which I flee,
For "as my days, my strength shall be."
His word a Tower to which I flee,
For "as my days, my strength shall be."

With such a promise need I fear,
For all that now I hold most dear?
No, I will never anxious be,
For "as my days my strength shall be."

His word a Tower to which I flee,
For "as my days, my strength shall be."
His word a Tower to which I flee,
For "as my days, my strength shall be."

And when at last I'm called to die,
Still on Thy promise I'll rely,
Yes, Lord, I then will trust in Thee
That "as my days my strength shall be."

His word a Tower to which I flee,
For "as my days, my strength shall be."
His word a Tower to which I flee,
For "as my days, my strength shall be."